Surprise, surprise. I’m finally here to drop off another short one-shot fic here. XD

This one didn’t really come out the way i had intended for it to. But well, it just went and turned into this, and I’m too lazy to change it. So here it is. Enjoy~

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Ever since as far as I could remember, he was always by my side. Be it at the furthest edge of my awareness or ‘standing’ right in my face, he would be there.

As far as I knew, he was my guardian angel, guiding me through the worst moments in my life and leading me towards my happiest times. I would never be able to see him, for he appeared not physically but mentally, but his essence I would never miss.

One day however, my guardian angel disappeared, leaving me in a foreign world of solitude and silence.

Without him, the sun, which I had always been so entranced with, lost its lovely hue of chestnut red, appearing no more than a single red sphere dangling in the middle of a dulling sky. Without him, the songs of nightingales became a simple continuous lull of chirps, lacklustre in its quality and no longer the tunes that had prodded my inspiration from its shadowy depths to reach my mind.

Days passed with no significant meaning to me. Hours flew by without notice, and minutes ticked away as I shredded canvas after canvas, none of the art pieces on them meeting my satisfaction, and none culling my growing frustration.

Art no longer meant anything to me. My passion for its beauty faded the moment his presence did in my mind, leaving in me naught but depressing darkness, unable to see past five inches of my ‘eyes’, feel past my fingers or hear past the oppressive silence that had engulfed my ears long since his departure.

The time for reality to kick its way into my depressed livelihood came round eventually however, and I soon found myself staring in a strange room with four white walls and a stark white ceiling. A blurry figure spoke in jumbled words that made little sense to me. His voice was soft, and almost gentle, just like the one belonging to my angel, yet I could detect a certain mechanic quality that went nowhere near my angel.

It was perhaps then, that I noticed a streak of warmth sliding past the crevices of my eyes, rolling down my temple and nestling amongst my jet black locks. One soon turned to two, then three, then many more as I thought further of my angel. In no time, the tears seemed to flow constantly from my cerulean orbs, stopping only when I sank back into the comfort zone of my dreams. Where I knew I would be able to ‘see’ my angel again.

Years pass as quickly as water flow down a waterfall. A minute ago, I was sixteen, now I am twenty six.

How long it had taken me to abandon the angelic voice that echoed in my head almost as frequently as my heart beat, I do not remember. Neither do I bear recognition of when I had numbed myself of my emotional emptiness, and simply returned to my profession, albeit with a stark lack of soul, but nonetheless, up and working again.

My art no longer bore the sweet and innocent quality that had once attracted many, but slowly attained a nostalgic sort of beauty. Fans came and went, and the same went for auctions and art shows. Every once in a while, when someone compliments the pieces with “a sad but beautiful piece of art”, I could only nod and manage a wan smile in return.

It was perhaps when I had finally settled back into this life of mine. This life of seeing everybody and nobody at the same time, and of feeling everything and nothing at the same instant. When I had finally decided to move on, and to leave the sweet angel that I had come to love behind, locked in the little box I called my childhood memories.

It was then that I saw him again.

No longer the ethereal being that had existed only in my mind, but a living and breathing human being, who could see, hear and feel just as I could. Not that I could recognize the features on his face, but his aura, I could sense it even if I were blind, mute and deaf.

“Sorry that I took so long to come back, Liam.” He said candidly.

And that was all that took for me to collapse into a heap, muted sobs wrecking my shaking body even as he rushed forward wrapping his warm arms about me as gently as he could.

Be it for the better or for worse. My angel has returned to me, and I would never let him go again.

-Ende-