Nina
“Nina, we have to be sure if it works. Think about it before— there is no coming back from certain choices,” he exhaled sharply. He looked away for a moment before his gaze met mine again. There was something deeper than sympathy or care in his eyes: hurt.
His voice was so quiet that I was sure I wouldn’t be able to understand a word if I hadn't angeled-up a few days ago. “Centuries ago, I was a guardian angel. My job was as simple and complicated as it could get; to protect and guide humans. Everything was relatively easy and I followed the main professional rule bestowed upon us: don’t get attached to those you protect. Everything changed when I was designed to protect her,” Fallen paused, his chest raising and falling frantically as if he had just come back from running under th
