The Angel Beyond Us

1 Corinthians 16:14

Love is a spectrum. It's either real or fake. God's love is always real. Even though my job is to follow people I am assigned to until death, I grow to love them. I get to know them. I know Kyler like the back of my hand. He likes the little details in things. That's why he works as an interior designer and decorator.

I followed him into a furniture store. It was large with all sorts of furniture in its realm. We stop at a velvet love seat. Kyler runs his finger on the fabric. He does this whenever he decides what he needs for his designs. A woman walks up. She seemed to be an employee at the store.

"Is there anything I can help you with?", She asked him.

Kyler looked at her. I saw his cheeks turn into a slight pink color. I smile to knowing that he has a crush. Yes, I know that sounds a little childish, but that is what is going on. Kyler shakes his head and smiles.

"Yes. I was just looking for a couch for the living room I am designing," he explained.

"Oh, you're a designer?", The woman asked, smiling.

Kyler nods his head. The woman offered him to sit on the couch. So he did. The woman sat next to him. They looked like two peas in a pod even though they just met.

"I think my client will like this couch. It matches the aesthetic of the design I am doing," Kyler explained.

"I think they will like it too," she agreed.

So he bought the love seat and stored it in the back of his truck. I could see the love in his eyes as he looked back at the furniture store. I was sitting next to him in the passenger seat of the truck.

"Man," Kyler said to himself.

I looked back at the woman. She was helping a customer with a bed but I could feel she felt the same. Kyler drove off. Weeks later, we came back to the same furniture store. She was working again. She walked up to Kyler again.

"Back again, I see," she chuckled.

"I know we barely know each other since I've been here like twice. But um...do you wanna get a coffee?", Kyler asked her, his voice a higher pitch than normal.

The woman blushed softly but smiled.

"Sure. Java House at 5?", She suggested.

"Yeah. Um, what is your name?", He wondered.

"Nevaeh Williams," She answered.

Nevaeh is an African American woman from Memphis. I could see the growing love in her eyes as she and Kyler talked. Later at Java House, which was across from South Lyon High School, Kyler and Nevaeh sat on the couch of the coffee shop. They were talking and laughing.

I remember what it felt like to be in love. I haven't felt that in 531 years. To feel physical love. I died a virgin believe it or not. I was waiting for marriage. I never got to feel what s*x was. I hear it feels good. But that was premarital. I have been assigned people who went against the thought of s*x after marriage. I may not have had s*x but I kissed. I kissed plenty of women. But not in an adultery way. They would leave me because I wanted to wait until marriage. I do not understand why they would get mad at me and my choice.

But there was one woman who stayed with me even when I refused. Her name was Kyana. She was the most beautiful woman in Italy in my opinion. Well, during my time in Italy. Anyways, she respected my choice of waiting for marriage. I was going to marry her before I died.

"So how long have you been an interior designer and decorator?", Nevaeh asked Kyler, taking a sip of her latte.

"Since I was 20. 'Course I had to take a year break since I had Covid. Which wasn't what I was thinking for my 22nd birthday present," Kyler chuckled.

"Funny you say that, I had Covid two years ago," she told him.

"Really?", He asked, tilting his head.

Nevaeh nodded her head, "Well, I had the anti-bodies longer than you," Kyler joked.

Nevaeh chuckled, putting her hand on his shoulder. Kyler smiled, "So when is the next time you're free?", He inquired.

"I don't work Tuesdays," Nevaeh answered.

"Wonderful," Kyler smiled.

With that, a friendship sprouted. A few months passed and Kyler was getting ready to pick Nevaeh up so they could go into Detroit for a dance club. He was looking dapper if I do say so myself. He picks up his keys and goes to his truck. I sit in the back. Even though no one can see me...unless they are dying, I still give them respect.

Kyler starts the truck and drives to Nevaeh's house. When he gets there, he texts her that he was there.

"Okay. Be out in a sec," she texted back.

Kyler gets out of the truck and leans against the hood. Soon, Nevaeh walks out of her door. She was wearing a dress that brought out her curves. The red of the fabric contrasted beautifully with her brown skin. Kyler's eyes lit up when she came out.

"So," Nevaeh started, spinning slowly so Kyler could get a good look at her, "you like?", She asked.

"Y-yeah," Kyler answered. This was the first time I heard him stutter in his 26 years of living.

Nevaeh chuckled. Kyler opened the passenger's door for her. She got in and Kyler ran to his side and got in.

"To the dance club?", He asked, looking at her.

"To the dance club," she smiled, nodding her head.

With that, Kyler drove off. I saw the look that both of them had. The way that Nevaeh looked at Kyler as she spoke to him while he drove. I could see the way his ears perk when she spoke. I can't help but chuckle to myself whenever I see love sprout in front of my eyes.

They got to the dance club. It was loud and flashy. I'm still not used to today's technology. So I sometimes get overwhelmed whenever Kyler goes to a place that is loud and flashy like this dance club. I stuck through it though. I follow them to the dance floor. They danced to the music that played. I stood and watched.

I saw a larger man, more than likely drunk, come in between Kyler and Nevaeh. He was trying to hit on her. Kyler wasn't a fighter usually but this time, he fought back.

"Hey!", He yelled over the music. He turned the man to face him. The man looked down at Kyler and laughed.

"Leave me and her alone now," Kyler said.

"What are you gonna do about it?", The man taunted.

"Look, I don't want to get physical," Kyler said, attempting to calm the situation down.

"Oh, you don't wanna get physical? Well I do," the man threatened and shoved Kyler.

I never saw Kyler in a physical fight so it shocked me when I saw him swing at the man. It was a pretty hard swing. Right in the nose. The man stumbled back but growled. He went forward and tackled Kyler to the ground. The people looked as the two men fought. I could see that Nevaeh was shocked but was thankful that Kyler stood up for her.

Kyler and the man were split apart by a bodyguard and were thrown out of the dance club. Kyler sat at the curb, his hands hiding his face. Nevaeh came up to him and sat beside him. She put her hand on his back.

"Let me see your face," she said softly.

Kyler looked at her, his face black and blue. She put her hand on his cheek. He winced a little. "I'm sorry I got us thrown out," he apologized.

Nevaeh shook her head and leaned in and kissed him. Kyler's eyes widened. I smiled as I watched them. Kyler had kissed girls before but they were in high school. The girls in his school were scandalous. They'd kiss him one day and pretend he's a stranger the next. But Nevaeh was different. She actually loved him. And he loved her.