John Mitchell

Intro I entered the room on my tiptoes, the stillness of the night broken only by the soft sound of the angel's breathing as she slept on the large bed. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow over her peaceful face. Something in my chest tightened as I looked at her, drawing me closer. I walked quietly toward the bed, my eyes never leaving her, as if afraid to disturb her rest. I leaned down gently, brushing aside a lock of hair that had fallen over her forehead. Everything about her radiated purity and innocence, the complete opposite of what I am. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I watched her sleep so peacefully. I couldn't resist pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, a simple gesture loaded with emotion. The warmth of the moment was bittersweet. I knew I was about to leave once again, called away by duty. For a moment, I stood there, watching her, my protector in ways that no one else could understand. The heavenly protection she gave me, without my asking, was something I could never escape. And here I was, leaving her again, in this quiet place I bought for her, far from the chaos of my world.