When he looks at me, something ignites. It's like there gasoline in my veins, and he is a spark that just sets me on fire. It's painful thought. He lights me up, and I feel so alive, but I'm still burning. I have burns on my skin and in my lungs and all around me, because I never put the fire out. I just let him watch me burn, and I love it.

Every persons believed, that they have a guardian angel because at one point or another we've all been saved by something. But what if that wasn't true? What if we get a number amount of chances and when we run out of it, our angels are sent to kill us? What happens when the angel assigned to murder you falls in love with you instead? Will the elders allow it? Read to find out what happens.