AN ANGEL

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: AN ANGEL LUCIAN'S POV “Leave now,” I had said and just like that she was gone and now I regret it, now I cannot help but imagine something bad happening to her. I cannot stop imagining these horrible scenarios that begins with her entering into an unknown person's car and ends with her body thrown away in a ditch somewhere. I know I should not think that way, I know I should give Rhea a bit if grace. She is smart and wise and stubborn…gosh, she is so stubborn, I could not stop the stupid smile from creeping up to my lips as I thought about her, as I reflected on the great contrast that is Rhea Robertson. She looks so sweet and gentle and innocent when she sleeps. The way her beautiful silky hair falls on the bed slightly over her face, the way the small hues of the early morning sunlight had landed on her hair, the way she had muttered something inaudible with her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her lips pursed, anyone would have mistaken her for an angel…a perfect