Drew looked out of his kitchen window and sighed. It was a still night, the howling of the wind the only sound to be heard. He lived in the countryside with his wife Helena and their two kids, Damon and Bonnie. It was a peaceful life, the neighbours were friendly, the kids were nice, nothing out of he ordinary. Except for his angel, that is. She stood in the garden, her pale grey hands covering her eyes, giving the illusion she was crying. He'd been with her long enough to know she was upset whenever she did this. She'd been with him ever since he was a young boy, always watching him. Strangely, he'd never been afraid. In fact, he took pity on her- she always looked so lonely. He could not explain how she moved, and he had stopped questioning it long ago. He had a feeling that nothing could explain his angel. All he knew is that when he looked at her, she would not move until he had looked away, or was back inside the house. Usually, her beautiful stone face would have the slightest of smiles on it, however if he saw her randomly, he would sometimes see a twinge of sadness. It ruined her delicate features, turned her face from something so pure into something etched with pain. How he knew it was actually a she, he didn't know. He'd been with her since he was six, and he'd grown up with her. Now, at the age of twenty-six, she was still here with him. It was bizarre really; how could an angel made of stone follow him his whole life? How could she move? These questions often raised to his mind if he found himself gazing at her. Eventually, he had decided to pretend that she was his guardian angel. When he was younger he often used to pretend that they'd been on adventures together. He'd go out and talk to her, for hours each day, waving his hands up in the air and acting out fights with pirates. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he remembered after such tales she'd have a slight smile on her stone lips whenever he looked at her. His parents had tried to move her, but always without success. She was too heavy to move by hand, but even when she was forcibly taken from his garden she'd be there the very next day, or perhaps, in some cases, during the night. This went on for some time until his parents gave in and let her stay. Although she hadn't ever hurt him before, they felt a sense of danger from the statue, and Drew's father could've sworn that it moved a little each night. However, they saw their lonely son grow up with it, and although it was worrying at first, they began to accept that he genuinely thought of the statue as a friend, and that it wouldn't be fair to deprive their son of the one thing he didn't have. Drew felt a familiar pair of arms encircle him and he turned to face his wife. She was small and petite, with wavy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head. He looked at her pale blue eyes and the bags that sat underneath them and gave her a gentle smile.

"Come on. The kids are asleep. We should be heading up to." She said, her voice as soft as her eyes.

Drew nodded and gave her a kiss on the lips, making her stretch up onto the balls of her feet so she could wrap her arms around his neck.

Helena pulled away and giggled lightly, bringing some youth back into her face. "Stop that and get to bed."

Drew chuckled and followed her out the room. As he cast a last look at his angel, he could've sworn her mouth was peeled back, showing sharp pointy teeth, and her arms were outstretched as if she was trying to rip something apart. Startled, Drew blinked, but when he looked at the angel again, her grey head remained hidden by her hands, and Drew put it down to his imagination.