Wings
Dear journal,
Today is June 11th, 1991. The human in which I'm going to be looking after, was born about 3 hours ago. He's a beautiful little baby boy, born with brown hair, and shimmering eyes to match.
I hate to say it, but I'm not mentally ready for this one.
This is going to be quite a short entry because I have to get my wings 'clipped' as they call it. Basically, it means that means my wings will be removed from now, until Dan dies.
It's weird, I know the date of every single important event that's going to happen to Dan in the future. I know when he's going to speak his first word, get his first love, and die.
Kinda scary, I know.
But yeah, I have to go get my wings clipped, wish me luck!
-the Angel
Phil closed his journal, he sighed and got up from his chair, heading towards the room.
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A/n: Ayyye I'm not dead
YOU ARE READING
Thin ; phan {discontinued}
Fiksi Penggemar"And here is you're new assignment" my master gestured over to the newly born baby boy. Trigger warnings apply