She called him her angel.

He was always there for her, through everything. Through the good times and the bad, he was always by her side. She didn’t know just when he got there, but she didn’t care, so long as he was with her always.

She called him her angel.

He meant the world to her. She meant the world to him. They loved each other so truly, so deeply, one would think it impossible. They needed each other more than they needed food, or water, or even the very air they breathed. He watched over her, not possessively, but protectively.

She called him her angel.

They had known each other since before they could remember. They were best friends, they were closer then close, thanks to all those years of being together. Went he went away for a while, a part of her always went with him, only returning whenever he came back.

She called him her angel.

It fit, seeing as he watched over her all the time. Hey, someone had to protect the girl he loved, right? So he was always there, whenever there was trouble, he’d swoop in, seemingly out of nowhere, and save the day.

She called him her angel.

She never thought that she’d mean it literally.