My Guardian Angel
Description
He was always there.
Protecting me from danger.
He had been there on the night I die.
And then he disappeared.
But now, he came back.
My Guardian Angel.
"God sent angels to broken people. People who couldn't find meaning in life. These angels help them to stay strong and find their purpose. On your way, you might find yourself falling for them. But they are not yours to keep. You have to let them go, no matter how much it hurts."
KIM MIN JUNG
17 year old orphan, Min Jung, struggles to find a place where she would find acceptance. Raised in an orphanage, she was a subject of scorn in school and received nothing but hate from the orphanage. Once an innocent child turned into anger itself. She never understood love, never felt love- until she meets her guardian angel, who promises to protect her forever. But what can she do when the only person she loves is taken away from her?
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PARK CHAN YEOL
Killed at the age of 21, Chanyeol found his place in heaven, as an angel. He was assigned to protect Min Jung in whatever ways possible. He lost all his feelings when he died and his heart was turned to stone; all angels felt nothing. He was to leave Min Jung once he helped her find her sole purpose in life, the reason why God created her. But what can he do when he finds himself slowly getting back the feelings he once lost?
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BYUN BAEK HYUN
Baek Hyun is probably the closest thing Min Jung has to a friend. Although winning many hearts due to his dashing looks, Baek Hyun really only liked Min Jung. But in fear of losing his popularity, he never dared to confess, or even interfere when Min Jung was relentlessly bullied by his peers. When Chan Yeol appears, Baek Hyun knew he had competition. Would he confess, or stay quiet for his popularity?
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EXO-K
((rest of the EXO-K members may appear in this story as side characters))
Su Ho
Kai
Kyung Soo/D.O
Se Hun
DEDICATED TO MY BEST FRIEND WHO LOVES BAEKHYUN/CHANYEOL.
THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME.
I HOPE YOU DO LIKE IT.
Foreword
Prologue:
On the night I die, it was pouring outside.
I was panting as I ran through the exit. Sweat was rolling down my cheeks when I finally stepped on wet grass. I was running out of breath, but I knew I couldn't stop, he was right behind.
I reached the garden and rushed towards the biggest oak tree. I remembered it because my mother brought me here once. I was soaked.
"Come back here you little brat!" I could hear my stepfather. He was close.
I climbed the tree, my dress tearing, but I didn't care. I reached the highest branch in the oak tree. I was so scared as I saw my stepfather standing underneath the tree and I saw the glint of metal in his hands.
He saw me and positioned his gun at me. I couldn't move, I was too tired.
And the next moment I saw red. Red all over my body. I was still breathing. I hugged the tree close, knowing if I fall, I would die. I saw my stepfather crumple to the ground, the lightning struck him.
My breathing was ragged. I heard sirens all around me. The neighbors were rushing out.
"There was a child here! She might still be alive."
I was drifting off. There was so much pain.
"Here! She's on the tree. Oh god. Blood, a lot of blood."
And then I felt something lifting me, off the branch. It looked like a boy. His face was staring at me, like I was a puzzle he had been trying to solve for days. My head darted back and forth, scared that he was still here.
I then realized I was in a garden. The same garden, but instead of the gloomy dark sky, the sun was shining brightly.
"I'm your guardian angel." He spoke.
"Am I dead?" I asked, scared.
"No. So you should leave."
"I don't want to. I like it here." I refused to leave. This place was so much better than the world I lived in.
"You must. Remember, I'll always be watching out for you, because I'm your guardian angel. You're not dead yet, so you can't stay. This won't be the last time we meet." He said, with no feelings in his voice, but it assured me anyway.
And then I was awake, but I decided to close my eyes. Because I was tired, so tired.
"The pulse is back! She's alive! That's unbelievable!"
I felt someone touching my forehead, saying in a voice filled with pity. "Poor child, it's best if she forgets what happened."
So I did. I forgot everything that happened before I was 8.
But what are we without our memories?
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