Too many good things are happening; a tragedy is bound to strike at any moment.

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Guardian angel—
he never thought anyone could think of him that way.

Aren't I enjoying myself too much?

Going a day feeling relieved was suspicious—
it was as is his burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

But was this going to last?
He wished it would
but he knew that happiness is short lived—
it was bound to end.

So, this means I should treasure it right?

Feelings of distrust clouded his judgement—
letting your guard down is a big mistake,
and he had made that terrible move.

But she seemed sincere earlier right?

Yet a voice inside him screamed :
Nonsense. Why would anyone like you—
let alone see you as their guardian angel?
You know she's up to something, you're just too weak to do anything about it.

Ah, is that so?