My lungs and lower abdomen ached from the overwhelming scent of neglect and gloom that exited the room, I could feel slight warmth run down my cheek and I realized I was crying. I'm most likely being too sensitive about this, especially since I have yet to talk to my human counterpart. His room looked like the normal depressed angsty teen, clothes left wrinkled and upon any spot that was on the floor to make the carpet seem invisible, the lights were always turned off, his room full of books that never was touched since the day they were bought, and the teen always sleeping in his bed with his phone in his hand. It was easy to see the tears that have long since stained his cheeks and his puffed eyes with pencil led scraping a haft moon under them. His dog, the collie I had saved roughly 10 years ago, laid next to him and I watched as the dog's side rise up and down. The collie's tail wagged a little when they noticed me, a wolf like grin across it's face was a way of greeting me as it had recognized me from that gloom felt day. Jonathan must of felt the dog's tail beat against the bed as he soon groggily sat up in his bed, eyes still shut to keep the dream he was having still playing like a record. His hair was a mess, naturally it was but now it was even more messier now that he just woke up with bed head. It suited him well compared to his room and his foreseen attitude. I frowned as I tried to gently poke his chest to make him look at me, only for my hand to phase through his body to remind me that I'm dead. My breath barely hitches as I'm brought back to reality and Jonathan must have heard me, since he now opened crusted his eyes and he stretched a bit. We stare at each other for what seemed like hours before Jonathan asked me the question I was waiting for.
"Who are you?"
His voice was surprisingly calm and soft, most would say that he was a light talker or a soft spoken person. I hesitate to answer him, my heart is caught in my throat and I let out a short breath. My voice goes muddled for a few seconds, but after clearing my throat, my voice became crystal clear as I spoke my response.
"Your guardian angel."
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Welcome to Heaven (w2h)
FanficSo the story starts out the same, Sock living with his alive parents until a certain incident occurred and now Sock is assigned to look after and protect the same boy that helped him all those years before. Where did the times go?
