Mason

You were an archangel. You loved to observe the earth and the lives of people. You especially loved to watch over one chosen person until their death. You had the ability to help people without changing their fate. That is, you could ease pain—both mental and physical. You chose people based on their character and their actions. You appeared before people, knowing that even if they told someone, they wouldn't believe them and would be considered a fool.

This time, you chose a young man. His name was Mason. He was 26 years old, though he looked like a teenager. He was handsome and rich, but his life had been hard. All the girls he wanted to build a future with constantly rejected him. His family abandoned him when he first became rich and refused to share his money with them. And he had no friends at all, only acquaintances from his business. And that's why you chose him. You, of course, liked his life story. You began to keep an eye on him, and soon you even started visiting him. At first, he was scared, and then he started driving you away. But you didn't give up, you continued. And one day, you saw him crying. You immediately flew to him. He was so sick that he didn't even drive you away. A second after he noticed you, you were already hugging him, wrapping him in your warm white wings.

• Darling? What happened?