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I turned, straight on looking into Anna's eyes. I edged closer to her. She was crying? I didn't understand. My face was confused, but composed. This must be harder for her than I thought. Maybe I was being too insensitive. It involved me though, and I needed to know. I lay a hand on her cheek lightly and brushed off the tear that she had not wiped completely off. "I will" my voice sounded like a whisper. I removed my hand and laid it on the bed infront of me.

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I didn't like it. I didn't like to see her cry, I wasn't supposed to make her upset. Whatever it was, it was my fault and I couldn't forgive myself for that. It was silent for a little while. I swallowed and breathed deeply. I watched her face as she looked at me. Her perfect face looked worried, and her tears rolled onto the bed. I lifted my hand and placed it lightly on her cheek. I whispered "Never". "I like you way too much to think that" my voice got quieter. My breath was warm and every little detail and noise was distinct in the dark, silent room. I didn't know what to think, I couldn't think of any valid reason or theory as to what she was trying to say.

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I stared intently into her eyes. What did she mean? Her hand in mine felt cool and soft. More than a secret? I didn't expect this to be as big as it was. I nodded gently, encouraging her to go on. I couldn't say anything, I didn't know how to. My mouth didn't want to open, and my body was frozen into place. I braced myself for what I was about to here. Most likely it was something I'd never expect, and I didn't want to even try and expect something. I kept my mind blank. I could feel the tension between us and thought how strange it felt compared to the other times we've been alone. We held hands, laid together on her bed. I could feel her breath on me when she spoke.

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My mouth opened. "I don't understand" I managed to whisper. My voice creaked and I gulped so my voice would be smooth. What could she mean by 'something else'? How could both of those things have any relation to eachother. I knew I was going to change in my life. What change could she be referring to? I could feel the tension bubbling, I was anxious to know what this was all about, what could make her cry so easily.

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I was stuck in a shocked state for a moment. I could feel my face turn into a frown as I took in what she had just said. I searched her eyes to see if she was telling the truth. No hint of false information. She must be a good liar, afterall! I slid my hand out of hers quickly. "I thought you were going to be serious" I said through my teeth. I didn't move an inch, and my eyes were still fixed on hers. I couldn't believe her.. why was she doing this? I thought she liked me, now I just felt like a big fool, laying there taken in by her prescence. "Wha-" I said shaking my head "What are trying to do?". What could saying this possibly get for her? No, she was right, she wasn't what I thought she was. She just wanted to set me up? For the most part of me, I wanted to believe her. I wanted her words to be the truth. Could they be? This was all too confusing. My mind was going wild while my body lay perfectly still.

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I stared shocked at her as she looked out the window. She was mad at me? I couldn't even form proper thoughts. I felt hurt at what she had said. She was annoyed at me for not believing she was an angel? Had she any idea of how hard that was to process as a joke, nevermind as the truth? I wanted her to look back at me, so I could see her face, her expression. Even though I couldn't see her face. I knew she was being serious. I trusted her.
"Anna. What, so.. you're being serious??" I asked deperately. I couldn't wait for her reply, I knew she would say the same thing. "You expect me just to believe you're my.. guardian angel? I don't understand". I put my hand on hers again and held it there. Look at me, Anna.

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I nodded, still frowning. I was looking at her face, but not into her eyes. "I believe you". I knew that just because I couldn't accept the truth yet, didn't mean I didn't trust her. I knew she was telling the truth. I just couldn't proccess the idea of angels, guardian angels, my guardian angel. "But why- Why's it bad?" I asked. I needed to know what had made her cry. The fact of her being was obviously not what she was reluctant to say.

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"What?" I said a little too loudly. This was way too much to take in. My eyes widened in panic. I couldn't believe that the pain that I had been experiencing was to do with some change and she was there to help me through it. How could that be? Nothing like this ever happened in real life; this was other-worldly. Her story was so fantasy, but here she was right next to me, a real guardian angel. "I'm going to change; and you're going to die?" I repeated, trying to understand. I looked into her eyes trying to find reason. I stayed perfectly still after shaking my head and my face turned to stone "No." I said loudly. I put my hands on her in an attempt I didn't even know. I wanted to comfort her, to make her happy. This can't be. I couldn't be the cause of her death. I wouldn't. I would not let that happen.

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I shook my head at everything she said and even though she had pulled away, I wrapped my arms around her. What she was saying sounded like a goodbye, but I didn't want her to go. Ever. Everything made sense now. What had been happening was never anything I could imagine before. And I was absolutely positive that I didn't like it. Her skin was cool and acted to soothe my heat and anger. "No Anna" I said "I like you". I looked into her eyes, her hand was on my cheek. "You're not going to die" I said, trying to convince us both so that maybe it would come true. "Not like this, not now". My eyes glistened, but I didn't cry. I was too angry and desperate for this not to be true to cry over it. Her eyes were wet and her skin shined. "That's what's final, okay?". "Tell me.." my voice was upset and it came out quieter "What's happening to me?". I still didn't know why I needed a guardian angel, why I've been getting pain attacks. My mind was set that Anna was not going to die because of me, and I would stop it in any way I could. So I pushed it aside for a moment, to grasp what this all meant, and why she was here in the first place. Her face looked at me, perfect even when soaked with tears. I wondered why I possibly could have ever not believed she was an angel.

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"You've got to understand, this is all so crazy to me" I whispered. What did she mean? She didn't want to be with me? I felt a fool for expecting her to like me back. Of course she doesn't. She's an angel! And I'm some scruffy boy with a bad life story. How could there be even the slightest hint of her liking me in that way? I felt offended when she pushed me back. "What are you saying.. you don't like me.. like that?". She still hadn't answered what was happening to me. Why was she being stubborn? I knew she was an Angel, what more could possibly be a secret!

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She had leaned in closer, my eyes flickering to her lips and back up to her eyes. I realised that she aws just my guardian angel, just because she was around me and wanted to keep me safe, didn't mean she liked me. I had to smirk a little when she said 'bad boy'. Messing up my balance? Making everything right, you mean? This wasn't clear, she wasn't messing up anything. I'd never had any balance in my life, but now Anna was here, everything felt more normal. How life should be. I melted when she said I was the nicest person ever. So she did like me? This was confusing. I didn't even need to tell her a thing to show her I liked her. I thought for a moment, distracted by the closeness of her angelic face. My breath was warm and her skin felt cold. Her eyes were big and glistening. I blinked, but squeezed my eyes tight for a moment. When I opened them I asked "Whats.. the real me?".

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I groaned but didn't move the slightest bit away from her. "Please stop with the riddles" I said, with a small smile. My eyes did not smile though, they were confused and distracted. My life, my attitude? What was this? I didn't understand, once again. How could something possibly be an exaggerated version of myself. She had said 'bad'. I thought about what had been happening to me recently that hinted at this mysterious change and this whole new world of unknown I had been opened to. My thoughts ran through the pain attacks, the pain in my wrist. My eyes flickered quickly to my wrist which was held just beneath where our faces laid. She had said something about being taught how to soothe the pain in my wrist. Did that mean other people would be going through this too? That couldn't be fair. What had my wrist got to do with this.. change? Then my thoughts caught on to when I was having nightmares. Specifically the one that changed my perception. Was that what she was meaning? The image of me attacking someone returned from my memories and I winced. I started to say something trailed off. "What is the change.. what is it that I'm going to be?" I whispered.

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