Fantasy

HOW I BECAME A GUARDIAN ANGEL
We spent a dappled afternoon in the botanical gardens. You lay with your head in my lap and said I was your reason for wanting to be a better person. High on your attention, I was as joyfully swollen as a balloon. In my flat, I bounced around for days needing only the barest sips of water. Then you disappeared. I burst, lay deflated on my bedroom carpet. Weeks later, my phone rang. It was your voice saying you needed me more than ever: ‘I’ve never met anyone as selfless as you.’ I knew what you meant. We ended the call and I began the process of expunging my selfhood completely, replacing my own desires with icons of your temperance.
By Sram4 years ago in Fiction
Remember
Hello and thank you for reading this piece. I had many idea's and stories that I wrote that were longer than this one, but this just felt right. It is a part of a larger series I am putting together. If you enjoy fantasy, stories about spirits, mystery, and magick then please stay tuned, and once again thank you for reading this short piece.
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