Sorry for the late post and the quality. I had a bad day. (Also don't expect much for today's post either. Today was even worse...)
#11 - Guardian Angel
I’ve watched them before, and I’ll watch them again. They flurry like snowflakes through the haze of distance. Sometimes they glow. That means they need help. My help, perhaps. I used to swoop to the rescue, my wings ruffled out to the span of a man’s height and everything, because that was my job. And then one day, I didn’t. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what changed. Not exactly. I guess I just got sick of seeing their pain up close. It’s much easier through the haze.
You can call me selfish, but I guess I just got tired of it.
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