guardian angel short story... is a dud.

      She was such a happy soul. He always thought so and it was pleasantly obvious on this day. She had been having a good week, but alas that week was coming to an end. Already he could feel the tendrils of depression reaching out for her. It had been like this a while; a week of happiness with her soul unburdened followed by the slow decline of her mood and then a bout of depression that could last anywhere from a week to a month. It had been a battle they fought together over the years he had been watching her. 

       He smiled as he looked down on her; her feelings of joy bubbling in their chests as she laughed. He felt what she felt, they were connected by their souls. For now he would focus on her laugh, although he could already feel the hollowness creeping inside her. He sensed that this time was going to be a really hard one.  Being connected, he became very aware as he felt her mood plummet straight down out of nowhere. Alarmed he reached down and wrapped his arms around her. Sending waves of loving energy to her, he let out a sigh of relief; she was recovering just as quickly as she had fallen. Her friends around her knew nothing of her bipolar and didn't seem to notice how her laugh had gone from genuine to forced. He listened carefully, and gently backed away when he heard her go back to a safe level. He frowned a bit, concerned. This was the second time she had nearly been taken by the depression in just as many days. Which meant things were getting worse. 

     His wings began to tingle, meaning she wanted to say something to him. Being human meant that she would probably never see him, but she was a very spiritually aware girl. Ever since he had first made contact with her, pulling her from another sudden pit of depression, she had been diligent in communicating with him. He mused about how proud he had been when he found her researching techniques for communing with guardian angels. His heart swelled as he thought about all the late nights she had stayed up just talking to him, despite knowing she wouldn't hear his response. The different techniques... the meditations...

    His wings twinged again so he looked over her shoulder to find her writing him a poem of gratitude. He felt his entire being melt with love, and saw her smile as she felt it too. She was such a sweet girl. It saddened him that such a bright soul had to fight off such strong bouts of darkness. But she would never be alone, this he swore with every fiber of his being.She had many fears, but he made sure that she knew he was always there - they were forever connected. 

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i'm just not feeling it. 

WHAT AM I GOING TO WRITE.

the second short story is due FRIDAY.

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