"I don't know your name," I found myself saying these to the man without realizing it. He had stood up and I was certain he was about to leave, which in turn made me feel quite sad. He had left an imprint on my emotions and that wouldn't fade away for a long time. It was almost as though I needed him. Like he was the only person who understood me and my situation, though I hadn't said much to him at all. Angels made for great emotional support and realizing that, he decided he would rather leave before I would become too attached to him.
As he hovered over me, he looked down at my face. There was a sense of desperation on that pretty face of mine. He had seen it many times before and that never ended well. He was too reluctant to tell me his name out of the fear that I would end up like t
