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Preface- Found
Guardian angels. They say they have a special connection with a particular person. They are a Protector, a Keeper. It is their duty to protect their soul mate from harm and error, according to most human definitions. They were perfect, God-like beings there to guide and look over us.
But what if they knew the truth? That we were nothing but rebellious misfits, cast from heaven to redeem themselves from past mistakes by helping another soul? Not even a proper 'angel?'
What if you tried for years to find your soul mate, but you could never find them?
I had spent many years alone on this earth. Totally intangible, invisible, untouchable. No word was ever verbalized to you, and everyone looks straight through you like you aren't even there.
You may as well not even exist.
But you do. You have a purpose. You just have to find it.
In my case, I did find my purpose. I found her.
I remember the first day I saw her. I was staring into the flames of the library fire place, watching them dance as they twisted into shapes. My hopes, my dreams, and my desires manifested themselves in the flames. I was miserable. Frozen as a seventeen year old ghost of a boy. I wished I had never taken on the job of a Keeper. I would have rather been sent to Hell than be banished to a world where you were just as good as dead.
All of this burdened my mind, until she walked into the room. My soul mate.
Then, every hope and dream and desire was set alight, and my whole world was on fire. It was a good fire however, it burned all my fears to dust. Because, suddenly I did have meaning.
She had shy, sea blue eyes and her long, soft hair a delicate shade of umber. Those eyes looked so familiar to me I could have sworn I had looked into them every day of my life.
When she released her eyes from the prison of hair that covered her face, she looked at me, and smiled.
Not through me, at me. She could see me.
It felt like a hundred million little strings were pulling on my soul, pulling me closer to her. I got a sudden feeling of head rush as hundreds of facts about her poured into my head. I knew everything about her. Her birthday, her age, her favourite colour, the names of all her family and friends. But yet I wanted to know more about this girl. An angel knows more about his kindred spirit than anyone else, and yet I wanted more.
Peyton Yorke shyly walked towards me, her timid smile causing my mouth to erupt into a massive grin.
I wasn't invisible anymore. I had searched for many years, unyielding for decades. Then, everything changed.
I found her.
