❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ You stared at Doc from across the saloon, your eyes practically burning into him as he played a game of poker, his girlfriend sat on his lap. The sight made you scowl, jealousy surging throughout your body. The other angels in heaven judged you, saying you're obsessed and sinning, but you ignored them.

You never strayed too far, always staying close by Doc, though never too close. You acted as his guardian angel, despite that not being your true job. He didn't need to know what your true intentions are.

Some call it stalking, you say walking just extremely close behind. He's got those eyes that drive you crazy and you've got those eyes to watch him sleep. And piece by piece you're collecting all the things he leaves behind, and when he doesn't you rummage through his drawers to see what you can find.

He doesn't know it yet, but he loves you and you love him the same.