Fallen Guardian

This is not some cliche story.

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She cried that night, sitting on the floor on the corner of her room. She buried her face between her knees, sobbing and out of breath.

The air she took can't fill her lungs enough. She found it hard to breathe.

Her hand reached for the razor on her bedside table. She looked at her wrist, debating with herself if she should do it or not.

With tears still staining her face, she slowly but surely put the razor onto her skin. Just before she could slit her wrist, a hand grabbed her and stopped her from hurting herself.

She looked up at her rescuer.
He has dark brown hair and a pair of light blue eyes. He wore all black. The wings folded behind his back were pure white with golden streaks.

"Please stop. I don't want you to hurt yourself. I can't let you do it," he said. His face looked distressed as he said so.

"But... Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"I'm Sammael, your guardian angel."