Christopher and Camille Green (2)

Christopher watched his target without taking any action until the whole school hour was finished. When Camille was about ready to leave, he tried to gather her attention, but to no avail.

Helpless, he mumbled, “ Why is this so hard? She’s just a human, so why can’t I gather up the courage to speak to her? This request has failed already. “

Those thoughts crossed Christopher’s mind when he saw Camille entering a library on her way home and beamed.

“ This might not be over. I might still have a chance to make things right. “ He beamed as he followed her inside the library.

At the same time in the Fambrose Residence, Sakura looked through her refrigerator for ingredients, but there weren’t any inside.

Gazing at Kaito who was soundly asleep, she hurried to the supermarket.

Meanwhile, inside the library, Camille was reading a book between the shelves and gasped, “ If only I could write such an interesting story myself. How good would that be? “

“ Why couldn’t you? “

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Stunned, she turned around and panicked. “ Who just spoke? Show yourself! “

Fretting over, Christopher showed up before her and chuckled slightly before uttering, “ Are you looking for me, young lady? “

—---” An—- An Angel? Am I dreaming right now? “

“ No, you’re not. “ He answered. “ I’m here at your request, young lady. Don’t you remember? “

Fretting even more, she hurled, “ No, you’re not real. This must be my imagination playing a trick on me again. “

Camille soon ran out of the library without checking out any books, leaving Christopher puzzled.

“ What just happened? “

On the way home, Camille thought, “ Just now, I saw an angel, but that can’t be right. It must have been an illusion created by fatigue. Yes, that must be it. I must have dreamed of it. “

Those were what Camille was thinking, however, when she got home and ate a copious dinner, she sat in front of her computer screen again.

“ What should I write today? “

Subconsciously recalling the angel she saw at the library, she described his physical features unknowingly and mumbled, “ He was so handsome. Too bad he was just a mirage. “

“ You described me so well there, after only seeing me once. You’ve got a keen eye for people. “

Trembling as she heard the same voice as when she was in the library, she didn’t have to turn around this time as he was right beside her and gazing sternly.

As their eyes met, Christopher uttered, “ Are you going to pretend that I’m a mirage again like you did just now, Camille Green? “

As she stopped trembling, one thing caught her attention and she thought of asking. “ How do you know my name? “

Chuckling at the thought of the question, he responded, “ That’s because you sent a request to my mailbox. Don’t you remember? I wouldn’t be standing here if you didn’t call for me. “

“ A mailbox? “

Suddenly recalling something, she gasped, “ Are you truly an angel? “

“ In the flesh. “ He grinned. “ If you don’t believe it, you can check for yourself. “ He commented at the end jokingly without imagining what would happen next.

Slightly touching his white jade wings, Christopher flinched as she uttered, “ Beautiful. They’re so beautiful. “

While gazing at him, she asked, “ May I touch anywhere else? “

Startled, he reacted, “ What? “

“ Can’t I? “

Seeing her disappointment, he gasped, “ Only a bit, but not more than that. “

“ Alright. “ She beamed joyfully.

“ Where is she going to touch me this time? “ Christopher frenetically thought as he gazed at her.

Suddenly touching his green hair, Camille kept it in her hand and gazed at it. After a while, she mumbled the following, “ I believe you now, Sir Angel. Only an angel can be this dashing and handsome. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, Sir Angel? “

“ Christopher. My name is Christopher; Nice to meet you. “

“ Nice to meet you too, Angel Christopher. “ She beamed even further before releasing his hair.

“ Are you able to grant whatever wishes? “ She asked.

“ Yes. “ He nodded. “ I can grant whatever wishes you desire, Camille Green. You simply have to tell me what it is that you most desire and I’ll make it happen. “ He concluded, sternly.

At the sound of his statement, she asked, “ Can you give talent to someone who doesn’t? “

Surprised, he asked, “ Who would be needing that talent, may I ask? “

“ I suppose that’s not possible, huh? “ She uttered simply and that phrase gave a glimpse to Christopher who asked, even more surprised, “ Were you referring to yourself just now? “

Stating further, he implied, “ Why would you be needing talent when you already have? “

Taken aback by the question, she asked, “ What talent do I have? I do not possess such things. You must be mistaken, Angel Christopher. “

“ Are you kidding me right now? “

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Gazing at her computer screen, he uttered, “ You wrote such a vivid description of me, after only spotting me once in the library earlier. If this isn’t talent, then I don’t know what is. “

“ Talent? “

Rereading what she wrote on her screen, she gasped, “ Did I write that, but how? “

“ Last time too, but it was due to Fambrose-San drawing. “

Picking on the name, he asked, “ By Fambrose-San, are you referring to Sakura Fambrose? “

“ Yes, that’s her. “ She nodded before asking, “ How do you know her? “

“ I happen to meet her by chance and let’s just say, she hates my guts. “ He responded before asking, “ You mentioned a drawing just now, didn’t you? What drawing were you talking about? “

Narrating everything to him, Christopher mumbled, “ I did such damage, huh? There’s no way she’s going to forgive me. “

“ Did you just say something? “

She took him by surprise, almost startling him. “ No, I was thinking about something. “ He concluded.

“ About your request, you’ve already got the talent, so what’s stopping you? “

Admitting before him, she uttered, “ Before I spotted that drawing, I couldn’t write anything concrete. I’ve always enjoyed writing, but my stories didn’t have any depth, so people didn’t like them and I thought I was a failure as a writer until I saw that drawing. “

“ It was so beautiful and so well-detailed that it inspired me straight away. The same thing happened when I met you earlier and without knowing why, I wrote this. I’m truly sorry. “

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“ Why are you sorry? “ He asked. “ Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, I think you should be celebrating. “

“ Celebrating? What do you mean? “

She asked her guardian angel who immediately responded, “ You got a glimpse of inspiration thanks to the drawing and me, right? “

Nodding, he continued, “ That means your talent that was locked away suddenly busted out of the cage, so, shouldn’t you be happy about this? “

“ You might be able to write stories now; That’s wonderful. “ He beamed.

Adding further, he uttered, “ I came here at your request, but now that all is solved, I’ll be taking my leave. See you around, young lady! “

“ What? You’re leaving? “

Christopher, who was confused asked, “ Your request stipulated that you needed talent to make your dreams come true, didn’t it? That’s what brought me here in the first place, but now that it seems that I’ve solved your behest, there’s no more utility for me here. “

“ But, I need your help, Angel Christopher. “

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“ What might you be needing my help with exactly? “

Meanwhile, in the Fambroze Residence, Sakura was done with the soup when she felt Kaito’s presence in the kitchen.

Stumbling on his feet, she caught him by the waist when he almost fell due to the high fever.

“ Why did you get up when you’re not feeling well? “ She gazed at him, still holding him in her arms.

“ I thought you had vanished again. “ He responded shyly.

“ How can I go missing in my own house? “ She hypothetically asked to which he responded, “ I didn’t keep my promise and broke your trust, so it’s only natural that you’d hate me and wouldn’t want to see me again, but I still came. I’m truly sorry for that. “

Releasing him, she helped him back to the room. When she turned back and was about to leave again, he held on to her apron and asked, almost mumbling, “ Where are you going? Are you leaving again? Am I making you uncomf—----------”

Before he could finish, she blocked his mouth with her finger. “ Stop overthinking things and wait here quietly! Do you understand? “

“ Yes. “ He nodded.

Leaving the room, Sakura quickly came back with the soup she had just made for Kaito.

“ I made this soup for you. “ She uttered as she put the tray in front of him. “ Finish everything, understand? “

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“ What’s wrong? “ She questioned him. “ Why are you not having the soup? “

“ Are you ever going to forgive me? “

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Confused, she asked, “ What do I need to forgive you for exactly? “

In response, he uttered, “ Aren’t you angry at me right now? You probably didn’t want me to come, but I still did and even imposed myself. You must be so angry, right? “

“ Yes, you’re right. “ She confirmed his words. “ I’m immensely angry at you right now, Kaito. Are you going to soothe my anger? “

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