A Story of Guilt by Sofia Kolbasovskaya

He was a guardian angel.
He was supposed to look out for her, for that thin, grumpy, red-haired girl. His duty. They warned him about human soul – lost. It was his job to polish it. He supposed to take care, to protect, to show her the only way. Isn’t it funny, when you don’t do pain on purpose but it is already there anyway? He looked at his hands, looked at his fingerprints. Even an angel can do nothing with the guilt in his heart.
He was young when he became a guardian. Not an exclusive stuff through. He obviously hated the job and obviously hated the girl. Both of them didn’t let him to do his thing. He saw her growing up or something, saw her saying her first word, saw her crying for the first time. Perhaps, today would be the day he would cry for the first time too. He remembered too good how strongly he didn’t need some human girl to protect and now there wasn’t any. He looked at the stars, looked at the stupid stars. Now he knew – sometimes or maybe not sometimes, the pain and the experience would be forgotten, the taste through would never be the same.
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Young girl’s walking on the street like flying. Young girl’s smiling to the sun like shinning. Young girl got hit by the car like lying on the soft, lucid bed. Even an angel can do nothing when something’s already happened.