The Forgotten Angel

One of the most treasured beliefs of many people upto this century is that all individuals have their appointed guardian angel. Some of the people missed death by an inch or in other words they are given another chance to live with the help of a god's messenger.

No one has concrete evidence about their existence but there are so many uplifting stories that prove that they are true. Believe it or not, I also have an unforgettable story about my encounter with one of them. Therefore, even if it gives me a positive experience, I can't help but to seek answers to all of my lingering questions. I'm still praying that one day—our paths will cross so I could personally thank him.

"I'm getting crazy about this, Kel. I also have my faith with me but it seemed impossible," Ersy commented.

We're here in my apartment while she's still looking at the old newspaper. I started reminiscing again about what happened before.

I was involved in a car accident. My daddy taught me how to drive and since I am very hard headed, I stole the key from his personal driver and drove the car on my own. I thought it would be easy but when I tried to turn it, the car crashed into a pole.

With the excessive force of the impact, its glass shattered. And that's something we're really wondering about. I'm alright except for the little wound on my head. I'm not overly depressed. Many of the witnesses thought that I'll die because of the strong impact. They also saw that I was with a man in the car but there was actually none. From that day, I started believing that I was saved by him— by my guardian angel.

"Stop thinking about your so-called angel for a while. Class was about to start so we need to prepare," she added while fixing something on her bag.

"Okay," I shortly replied.

We're living in the same apartment. Both are first year college students. Fortunately, our apartment is just a walking distance from the university so that there is no hassle from heavy traffic. I was late for two minutes but thank god, our professor wasn't still there.

He just arrived when I'm comfortably sitting in my seat. He's my favorite teacher afterall. I mean, he always shares his miraculous experience ten minutes before his time ends.

Yesterday, he talked about his personal encounter with an angel. Great! We both believe in their existence.

After our class, like the usual routine, I search for Ersy in the cafeteria. She texted me that their prof extended 20 minutes so I have to wait for her. I just decided to go to the field to see someone.

"Miss, what are you doing there? Step aside!" I was confused because of that shout.

It was too late for me to make a move because I just saw the arrow in the air that would hit in my direction.

"What the hell, Kelsey!" One of the players in archery shouted.

I just covered my face because of the intense fear. I waited for the arrow to hit me but I was relieved when I heard everybody in silence. When I opened my eyes after a few seconds, I was shocked when I saw him. Standing in front of me is Asher— the famous captain of our university's basketball team.

"Hard headed, human," he coldly exclaimed.

He's holding the arrow that almost hit me and I can't believe how he did that. It's the second time that he saved me. The first one is when I was almost hit by the car.

I can't help but to overthink. I also heard stories about guardian angels disguised as humans. Was it him? My appointed guardian angel?

"Thank—

I wasn't able to finish my sentence because he had already left me.

"There's only one thing I can say about everything you've told me, Kelsey. It's so impossible!" my best friend constantly repeated.

I just told her about Asher being my guardian angel because of what happened earlier.

"And one more thing, you don't know Asher that much. Yes, he's very gentleman but try to talk to him, you'll surely hate his personality even more!" she irritatedly added as if something bad happened between the two of them.

I just met Asher now that I am in college but I always heard stories about him. He's the number one topic of my highschool classmates after all, especially Ersy.

When our class ended the next morning, I decided to go to the gym. My eyes darted to Asher who was now sitting on a bench.

I can't help but to praise how manly his looks are. He has a good sense of clothing, sharp features, and his overalls were all well built. All I can say is, he's very handsome from the depth of his eyes up to the way he gently utters a word. Wait—I should stop praising him a lot.

After a few seconds of staring at him, our eyes met so I quickly approached his direction.