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Author's Note: This is what is concocted when I is bored and having a bit of free time on me hands. My sad excuse for writing a number of short stories about my OCs. Enjoy!
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#1 : Angel
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Jamie would be absently moving around her papers; appearing as if she was immersed in her work when, in reality, she would hear the voice from the other side let out his emotions.
"I don't understand," he'd always say in that pitiful, vulnerable way which would always strike something in the brunette's heart as she helplessly watched him – always watching, still unsure of why she felt this way.
But she knew – she knew that they were much more alike now – both having lost loved ones, both seeking comfort from another but never having the will or courage to actually go scream out to anyone, fearing that maybe that person would leave them too.
Which is why, as she placed her papers back on her desk for what seemed like the hundredth time, her heart clenched as he uttered, "She was my angel."