Guardian Angel [bts]

[Prologue]

The girl remember vividly of how her mother would often tell her the story of The Guardian Angels when she's too lively to fall asleep.

When the night came and the skies were black but sprinkled in stars, she starts whining of how she doesn't want to go to sleep.

Her mother would smile and grab her notebook, while she sit on the bed full of excitement, knowing exactly what will happen.

Her mother would open the book and caress the notes as if she was dealing with extremely fragile feathers. And then she would tell her the story of The Guardian Angels.

And every single time, just like magic, the girl would feel the sleep cradling her just like her mother does not long after.

She loves each and every story of the thirteen Guardian Angels her mother told her. It would be her habit of talking, telling the story again and again as if it's as clear as day. As if it happened just yesterday.