He came back every week. Although I watched him from above, I still felt every kiss he sent to me. I watched as he brightened my room with flowers from my favorite florist. I watched his every where he went. It's weird being a guardian angel. You're in your own human body, but you just follow your person around everywhere they go. If something is about to happen, like your person about to get lost, you suddenly get the power to freeze time for like, 10 minutes to save your person. Lucky. You don't see people going out their mind to save us "saints", do ya? No, you don't. They don't even know we exist. It's like that song, "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?" You should listen to it sometime.

        Right now they're still gazing upon the horizon.

                    Amy speaks,

    "I love you soooo much..." Big deal, lady. Sheesh, get a life.

    "I love you too", and then they fell asleep under the moonlight.

       You serious? She has on so much make up, it looks like a freakin parrot then up on her face!

        Later the next day, Simon walked Amy back to her home. But before, they stopped by my hospital. My favorite time of the week. 

         Finally!

         "Ugh, do we really have to come here again?"

                    Cann it, crackers.

       Amy always complained when Simon would go. Like he was gonna cheat on her with a girl in a coma.

        "You just don't understand, do you?" 

    Ooh gurl, you made him mad.

       "You're right, I don't understand. Why do we always have to come and decorate dead girl's cave?"

      Watch it prolly, if it wasn't for dead girl here, you'd be left dating dead boy!

           I was so into drama.

     "It just so happens 'dead girl' saved my life."

                  Tell her, Si.

         "You can come talk to me when you finally ditch that stupid dream you had 10 years ago!"

              "Fine!"

             "Fine!"

               Fine!  

     I was smiling as I said that with sarcasm. Boy did it feel good!

         Anyway, that was that. They broke up. Simon didn't have to, but he did. And, although I enjoyed it, I knew I shouldn't have. I break so many rules. For starters, I like my person. But it's useless, wed never even get to meet each other. That's just numero uno. You know, I'm not even supposed to be an angel. Not that I am one.

          Soon, Simon checked into the hospital.

     "Ah, your back", said the lady in the front desk.

               "Go on then"

           I followed Simon to my dark room. My. Quiet. Dark. Scary. Beaten. Room.

        He pulled the curtains, made my bed, and changed the water in the flowers. But, this time, it was different. He did it with a sad expression. If only I could know what he's thinking. Hey, I'm a guardian angel, not a mind reader.

         "Oh Kimber, as much as I shower my love on you, you seem to not realize." And with that, he kissed my pale cheek, give me a weak smile, and left my cold body there.

           Of course, I followed him, (Like I had a choice) and as I went, I felt his sadness and hurt. I can't tell you how much I would give, just so I could hug him. But I couldn't. We walked home, and as soon as we got there, Simon went to sleep for the night.