My Perfect Angel

Chapter 7

Stalkers P.O.V. 

I'm exhausted. 

I skipped my first class and just lay in bed for most of the morning staring at the wall or the ceiling. I want to check on my angel but I promised myself I'd give him some space. 

Normally I'd walked around campus observing everything and everyone making sure there's no harm to my angel but I can't seem to find the energy to move or really do anything. Watching the love of my life crying for hours is truly defeating, knowing I'm the cause of it makes me feel like shit. 

I spend a couple of hours laying in my bed recovering from the attack I did last night and thinking about what I'm doing. Am I really doing the right thing for my angel? Maybe I should just introduce myself to him and see what would happen? Maybe he'll accept me and we can live together forever. I start imagining how it would play out, how I would walk up to him, confess my love for him, him returning my feeling then us spending the night in each others arms. I would pour all my love into that night and he would never want to leave me. 

Then my mind goes to all the people who would want to hurt him and take him away from me and pure rage flows through me. I need to protect him from everyone who wants to hurt him. The urge to take him and hide him away from everyone is so strong within me I take the shirt I took from his room and and cuddle it close to my chest. "Oh angel please love me. Please be mine." I spend another hour or so laying in my bed cuddling my most prize possession begging the universe to give me a chance. 

What I would give to just have a conversation with him now. I start to think about the last conversation we had together back in middle school. How long ago was that, almost 5 years ago? I bring the shirt up to my nose and take a deep breath as memory flows through me. 

Flashback:

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I sit on the top of the stairs as I hear the footsteps of my fellow classmates run down the hallway towards the door that leads to freedom. As soon as the door opened I jump up and move out of the way of the stampede of students wanting to start their summer vacation. I look through the crowd of people trying to find the one person I desperately need to see. 

"Sawyer!" I call out as soon as I see that fluffy head of brown hair. He head whips around and find me waving him over. He smiles wide at me as he pushes past the crowd to get to me. I feel my heart beat faster as he gets closer to me. "Hello," I say adding a little wave. 

"Hi!" He says adjusting his backpack strap. "Are you excited about summer break."

"I'd be more excited if I was spending it here," I mumble. Saying it out loud doesn't make it any easier to come to terms with that fact. I watch his face drop when the news processed. 

"What do you mean?  You're not going to be here?" I shake my head no. "You didn't mention this before." 

"I know, I didn't want to believe it until my parents started packing the house this morning. My parents got another job and we have to move away." 

"Oh," he starts playing with his shirt. "When are you guys leaving?" 

"As soon as we can, apparently this job is super important and they need to start as soon as possible." I blink back tears thinking about how this might be the last time I see him. "I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me this last year." 

His smile shines brighter than normal whenever I thank him for standing up for me. "You should know you don't need to thank me. Those kids are awful and shouldn't be allowed to be in public." We both laugh at that and we start walking to our respectables cars. "Do you know where you're going?"