Loved by an Angel

Loved by an Angel

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juin 7, 2016
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This is a story about a girl who loves a boy that isn't human... he's an angel. How they met you ask? They met by accident. There's a lot of things that Akemi believes in, and angels are one of them. She was walking to school one day. Then out of nowhere she sees an object of a boy. Then he disappears.... She thought it was her imagination. Or so she thought? Then it happens again the next day. She thought someone was teasing her or her mind was playing tricks with her. She waited a few more days to see if it happens again. It did. So instead of walking in the same way to school she always does. She walked a different way to school so no one will see her. She says "Stop it! Please stop whoever is doing this to me!" "If I did anything wrong I'm sorry." The boy appears and says to her "so I was right, you did see me didn't you?" She nods. Sadao tells her that he's sorry not to her but to the unknown that Akemi doesn't know about. He tells her that he's on earth to protect her- to help her. Akemi says to him "help me.. save me from what?" He disappears from her eyes. She though she will never see him again. Akemi was wrong. Six months later she losses it. She couldn't handle- couldn't take all the pressure from school, at home, even with her friends. When she got home she gets the note that she wrote to her mom that she isn't sorry for what she's going to do. She gets a rope and a chair. Ties the rope on to her ceiling fan, the other end to her neck, kicks the chair down. She was just hanging for a few seconds. He comes and cuts the rope from her ceiling fan. Akemi falls to the ground and starts crying. She yells at him "Why did you do that? I don't want to be here anymore. No one cares about me. They never did and never will." He kneels down, unties the other end of the rope from her neck and tells her "things can't get better if you give up."
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