The job, I swear, was once quite enjoyable for me, it gave me a sense of fulfillment. But now, I can’t help but wonder why I bother anymore. It hurts too much.

And it’s all because I broke the one rule that we must live by in order to do our job; I fell in love.

I fell in love with the girl I was supposed to watch, and protect and she doesn’t even know that I exist.

Even now, as I watch her cross the field of flowers at dusk, I can’t help but fall even more; she’s so beautiful. But that is not what did it for me initially; you see the thing that drew me near was her eyes, they shine like the stars in the heavens.

In those eyes I break, in those eyes I’m home.

But, still, we have no way in communicating for I am but a mere shadow, an entity forever tied to her being, tasked to keep her safe from all that wish evil upon her, and I shall, but I will be miserable doing so.

It is for this reason that my days have begun to drag, and somehow, that face of hers that brings the red rose to shame in her beauty, I’ve slowly begun to resent. And that is what’s most heart wrenching of all.

Today, I walk with her keeping close behind (without her knowledge of course) and watch her cross the street to her favorite cafe. This is a very usual venture for her and when these times occur I usually keep busy across the street admiring the hustle and bustle around me, and also admire her.

She’s wearing a sundress today, a stormy blue color that makes her white-blonde hair glow as much as those star eyes.

She’s truly both the bane of my existence, and the reason I go on just the same.

Her eyes wander and light up in recognition, as she spots the person she has been waiting for. Her partner arrives with a flower at hand, and a kiss for my love never to be.

And I do, what I always do, and watch.