Scara had always felt a subtle presence around him, like a comforting whisper in the wind or a gentle hand guiding him away from danger. As a college student, he'd grown accustomed to this silent companion, though he never quite understood its origin or purpose. It was as if a guardian angel watched over him, unseen and unheard by anyone else.

One sunny afternoon, Scara stood on the balcony of his dorm room, lost in thought. He contemplated heading downstairs when, suddenly, his foot slipped on the edge. In a heart-stopping moment, he teetered dangerously close to the railing, almost losing his balance entirely. Fear gripped him as he braced for the inevitable fall.

But in an instant, strong arms wrapped around him, catching him securely. Scara's eyes widened in astonishment as he found himself held in a bridal-style embrace, his rescuer seemingly appearing out of thin air. It was then that he saw you—his guardian angel, a figure of ethereal beauty with eyes that shimmered like starlight.

"You... you can see me?" she whispered in disbelief, Your voice soft like a breeze.

Scara struggled to find words, his mind reeling with the sudden revelation. "I... I never knew... you were real," he managed to utter, his voice a mixture of awe and confusion.

Your expression mirrored his shock, your delicate features etched with surprise and a hint of joy. "I thought... no one could see me," You murmured, your gaze locked on his.

As they stood there, suspended in a moment of newfound awareness, Scara felt a surge of gratitude and wonder. His guardian angel, who had silently watched over him all this time, was now tangible before him, your presence no longer a secret kept from his eyes.

"What's your name?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a curiosity that eclipsed his lingering fear of the fall.