(I can't recover from his death, ngl :( i started crying louldy writing this, anyway, i hope you'll enjoy!)

TW: heavy religious imagery

Everyone has their own angel, an individual guardian, a mediator between man and God. Angels like they are the closest to humans. They watch them every day. They watch like their protegies have their own life, their first cry, first laugh, first loves, and fears. You were born as a guardian angel for a very special person — Kunikida Doppo.

He was quite special, a person who was a perfectionist with a strong bond to his ideals and morality, and you liked this a lot. He was a great detective and a person in overall. You wished the best for him because he just deserved it. You believed he could have achieved everything if he only wanted.

The worst part in being the guardian angel is the inability to influence the life of your ward. You are only able to observe how your wards rejoice or suffer. Cold Amenogozen blade took your Kunikida's life. You couldn't do anything to stop this. You were just could standing and watching this macabre.

You fell down on your knees and started crying loudly. No one would see this, but it didn't even matter now. Why Lord allowed this?

"I haven't seen you here before... Who are you?" You suddenly heard muffled by for sobbing and crying familiar voice. You tried to look up at the owner of this voice, but your vision was blurred. "Why are you crying? Do you know what happened?" The voice was worried and confused. Yes, it was him. He was leaning above you, looking at your face. You always wanted him to see you, to talk to you. But you never wanted to in these circumstances...