Never Alone

You're not alone. You're never alone. You may feel like you're alone, but there is always someone watching over you.

Someone always protects you, guides you, loves you. Someone will always go to the ends of the earth to protect you. They will take the bullet for you. They will accept your pain and sorrow without complaint.

You are not shut out from the world. There is always someone who shares your hobbies, your fears, your loves.

You may not see them, hear them, or feel them, but they are there, waiting to catch you when you fall.

Is that thought not comforting? Even if you are the last man on the planet, you are not alone. For these are not men.

You don't need love to survive. You don't even need friends or family to survive. People fall in and out of love, friendships spoil, and family separates.

Not your protectors. They would never dare to leave your side. They'll remain with you for all of eternity, through thick and thin, through the highs and the lows, even through death.

They are forever, and can do unspeakable magic when their Holder is in danger. Most people don't notice them until death.

Our protectors will greet us and embrace us as old friends, even if we do not recognize them. They love us unconditionally, even if we curse their name, spit in their face, and leave them bruised and broken. Their love is something we ignorant humans can't even comprehend. Our finite minds would explode.

Their caring, their charity, and their sheer power leaves those who realize their presence awestruck.

Most remain unknown to their Holder, hidden in the shadows until death, but always watching. Others let their Holders discover them.

The minority of the minorities reveal themselves to their Holder. There are risks, risks so horrible most do not even consider the option.

Most die instantly. The unlucky ones fall ill and remain in torture for a few days. 

This is the worst failure for our protectors, as their main point is to protect us and ward off evil and sickness.

Only one had their protector revealed to them and lived.

Molly Emily Blanchard, a small, mousy, teenaged girl. She and her guardian live together to this day, unaffected by time.

Molly's auburn hair remains the same through sixty years, her deep brown eyes still clear and smooth. Age fourteen for sixty years, as if frozen in time.

This is the account of Molly Blanchard and her guardian angel.