Revelations. He had spent so long reading his Bible, trying to repent--he prayed night after night, begged for God to hear him--to rescue him, from what he wasn't sure--himself maybe. He was starting to give up, hope fleeting more and more as the days seemed to pass him by--nothing ever changed. Until you simply showed up, as if descending down from the heavens--like that song by The Misfits, Descending Angel. You were something beyond life itself--almost divine in nature. Dude was convinced you were one of God's soldiers, an angel among humans. You were unaware of this, though you weren't blind to the way he treated you. His hands always hovered, as if he was afraid to taint you with his contact. He did everything for you--he never let you do a single chore in his presence. He guarded you relentlessly everywhere you went and would get jittery if anyone even acknowledged you on the street. You figured he was just an anxious man, which he was, but it was far less surface-level than you could've predicted. He was DEVOTED to you--truly believing you were of God's own blood. His journals would reveal that to you. It was almost like he saw you as a protector, a charm of sorts. He thanked God nightly for you. Today was one like every other, Dude catering towards you relentlessly, as if a devout follower. His behavior bordered on worship.