Guardian - Chapter four

We are sitting in a pizzeria and I am looking at his faceless face that I never seem to see.

It is the night before my birthday and we are celebrating it together. Hi smiles, and yet faceless as he is I feel his smile tugging the contours of his sightless mouth.

A hooded man dressed in black walks in and automatically we sense that he is bad news.

We both get up to try and get away but the hooded man is fast, he is upon us and my Guardian pushes me away.

He throws the first punch, but the hooded man recovers quickly and punches him in the stomach.

Holding his stomach Guardian uses his body weight and pierces the hooded man with his elbow forcing both of them onto the ground.

I freak when I see my Guardian going down, instinct kicks in and I reach for a chair, I rush behind the hooded man and wait for my Guardian to get off him. My Guardian moans but moves into a sitting position, his eyes look around worriedly for me and then he sees me. As the peace begins to settle the hooded man begins to stir below me.

“Crash” the wooden chair shatters onto of the hooded man and he vanishes.

Relief washes over my face, my Guardian stares at me with amusement written all over his face. He gets up and starts towards me. He reaches me and his arms go around me, “I’m still in one piece can’t you see” I smile.

He slowly brushes away hair that strayed from my bun and then he kisses me.

He kisses me deeply and I feel his emotions flood into my entire being.

He reaches for a plate of fried chocolate dough and feeds me this heavenly treat.

Happiness that’s what I feel in his arms.

Guardian, my guardian.

The best birthday present that I could ask for. It has been a year since he first came into my life and today after eight months I dream of him again.

Eight months of never giving up hope- patience really is a virtue that definitely is deeply rewarded.

Eight months has passed and I haven’t looked for him.

My sixteenth birthday has arrived and I intend to enjoy every moment of my party, I have been planning it for the last three months now.

I look at myself in the mirror, I am wearing an ocean blue floor length sleeveless dress with white platforms.

My long brown hair is twisted in the front and swept up to fall in loose curls at the back of my head.

The make-up I wear doesn’t change my beauty, it only enhances it.

My face is fair enough to be left bear, my hazel eyes only need some eyeliner to bring out the gold specks in it. I look at my face and notice how small and round it is with high cheek bones, short eye lashes on average sized eyes and a full mouth, which is neither too big nor thin.

My height and built was inherited from my mother’s Portuguese heritage, I may be short and thin, but I know how to put up a fight.

I am ready to face a crowd of familiar faces, to be a good hostess and to try and appreciate every single present even though I hate presents.

The night passes with “thank you’s” and smiles.

As I finally sit down to enjoy a piece of my birthday cake something black moves across the white curtaining.

I strain to get a better look, but all I see is faint black smoke.

“Did you like the scrap book that I gifted you?” my Fathers far cousin questions me.

“Oh, yes its lovely thank you” I smile and flash my dimple to show my sincerity.

After a second look it vanishes, as if it wasn't there. A shadow that appeared and vanished before my eyes. What could it be?

Would this be the reason why my Guardian has come back to protect me from?

What is a vanishing shadow? What does it symbolise?

Unanswered questions bounce around in my head, and I don’t know any answers.

Although I fear that I soon will have them.

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The best birthday present that I could ask for. It has been a year since he first came into my life and today after eight months I dream of him again.

Eight months of never giving up hope- patience really is a virtue that definitely is deeply rewarded.

Eight months has passed and I haven’t looked for him.

My sixteenth birthday has arrived and I intend to enjoy every moment of my party, I have been planning it for the last three months now.

I look at myself in the mirror, I am wearing an ocean blue floor length sleeveless dress with white platforms.

My long brown hair is twisted in the front and swept up to fall in loose curls at the back of my head.

The make-up I wear doesn’t change my beauty, it only enhances it.

My face is fair enough to be left bear, my hazel eyes only need some eyeliner to bring out the gold specks in it. I look at my face and notice how small and round it is with high cheek bones, short eye lashes on average sized eyes and a full mouth, which is neither too big nor thin.

My height and built was inherited from my mother’s Portuguese heritage, I may be short and thin, but I know how to put up a fight.

I am ready to face a crowd of familiar faces, to be a good hostess and to try and appreciate every single present even though I hate presents.

The night passes with “thank you’s” and smiles.

As I finally sit down to enjoy a piece of my birthday cake something black moves across the white curtaining.

I strain to get a better look, but all I see is faint black smoke.

“Did you like the scrap book that I gifted you?” my Fathers far cousin questions me.

“Oh, yes its lovely thank you” I smile and flash my dimple to show my sincerity.

After a second look it vanishes, as if it wasn't there. A shadow that appeared and vanished before my eyes. What could it be?

Would this be the reason why my Guardian has come back to protect me from?

What is a vanishing shadow? What does it symbolise?

Unanswered questions bounce around in my head, and I don’t know any answers.

Although I fear that I soon will have them.