Many years ago, Tayla came to school the day after her birthday with a new necklace. Hanging from the chain was a silver guardian angel clutching her birth month gemstone. It was the first possession of a classmate of which I was truly jealous. If I had an angel of my own, my life would be better. All I needed was a little guy out there somewhere looking out for me. I begged Mum for one, but it never came. I was on my own.
This angel is paler than I expected him to be. There is fear in his brown eyes as he lies precariously across my rock, grasping my hand. My left flails in the air. I’m not sure how he managed to stop himself going over the edge after me.
“Give me your other hand,” Will gasps, reaching out to me.
Am I dead already? I didn’t feel the fall. I stare at the hand grasping m
