“Angels do not experience the feelings that are inherent to humans…” — these words echoed in your ears like a spell spoken with indifference. Your kindred, cloaked in light and grandeur, often repeated them when you asked questions about what distinguishes humans from angels.

From the moment of his birth, Ethan Torchio was surrounded by the warmth and care of his family, as if wrapped in a cozy shell protecting him from the cold and merciless world. His home in Rome was filled with laughter and love, and each of his steps sounded like a melody resonating with the rhythm of life. But within this idyll, there was something more... A quiet presence, invisible to the human eye, following him closely like an unseen guardian. That was you — his guardian angel.

You had been with Ethan throughout his life. From the very beginning of his journey, you watched over him, hiding in the shadows like a gentle breeze that softly brushed against his skin. You protected him from misfortunes, like an invisible shield that was always there, ready to defend him from any adversity. In moments of danger, you intervened, guiding his steps and preventing calamities that could have altered his fate.

You walked his path alongside him: from his first steps in childhood to youthful dreams and disappointments. You were a witness to his ups and downs — from the happiest moments when he laughed until he cried, to the darkest times when grief and loss threatened to overshadow his light. His first bike ride, his first day at school, his first love in adolescence, his first sexual experience... You saw all the significant events of his life and knew more about him than he knew about himself. Very often, you saved him after nights of drinking and “experiments” that were part of a young rocker's life. You watched as he sought himself on stage, how his drumming captivated crowds of fans, and how he battled his inner demons.

You were always nearby, even if he didn’t know it, remaining in the shadows of his life like a quiet melody that he could not hear but which always played in harmony with his heart. Every breath he took mattered to you; every emotion resonated in your soul.

Sometimes you allowed yourself to materialize and observe him from afar, blending into the crowd of faces. In those moments, you looked like an ordinary girl. You dressed like everyone else: in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, merging with the atmosphere of concerts and street life in Rome. In those moments, you felt closer to him, but you always kept your distance — because your true nature did not allow you to cross that boundary between angel and human.

Now Ethan was sitting in a bar with his friends after a concert. They were drinking and having fun, enjoying fame and success. You sat nearby at the bar counter, occasionally glancing in their direction. All day long, you had a bad feeling, as if dark clouds were gathering on the horizon of his happiness. You decided to keep a close watch on him; every laugh he shared with his friends echoed in your heart with a note of anxiety. You tipped back one glass after another on the table, tasting the strong alcohol on your lips, but not a drop of intoxication touched your essence. You were not there to enjoy the moment; your task was to protect him from potential harm.