He sat in the passengers seat next to her, his wings folded around himself awkwardly. Fyn knew he could just fly, but he wanted to make sure she was going to be ok, that she wasn't going to try anything stupid and end up killing herself. He had gotten quite attached to Megan, even though she couldn't see him, or hear him, he was invisible to her, but he was still attached.
Megan pulled into her driveway and unlocked the door. "Mom? Dad? Taylor?" she called into the house. No reply. She was the only one in the house. Perfect. She headed quickly for the kitchen, grabbed her mom's best knife, and locked herself in the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head. "You will never be enough. Not now. Not ever." The knife was raised so the blade pointed at her heart. "On three," she whispered to herself. "One… two…"
(She can now see/hear him.)
"Megan! No!" Fyn had watched her grab the knife and go into the bathroom. He still didn't know if she could see him, but he put a hand over her heart and grabbed onto the knife, "Please, don't do this, you are enough, you are beautiful and brave and have an amazing personality. please, please don't do this."
Her eyes widened, and she gasped. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
He looked almost startled, "You can see me? I-I'm your guardian angel." He smiled happily, "You can see me? And hear me?"
"Yeah… You're my guardian angel?" she asked skeptically. "I thought that was just a myth…"
"Do I look like a myth? We're real, and I'm asking you right now to please don't do this to yourself. His wings fluttered and he tucked them close to his back, out of the way, "I'm with you every day, and I've seen what you go through on a daily basis, I can never intervene though because you couldn't see me and everyone else can't either."
Megan slowly lowered the knife and put it on the counter with trembling fingers. "Then how can I see you now?" she asked faintly.
He shook his head, "I don't know…maybe because you were planning to, you know." He gestured to the knife before picking it up gently and opening the bathroom door. He set the knife down on the ground outside and then turned back to her, "You ok? Do you want to talk about anything? Are there any injuries from earlier that you want me to tend to?" He was obviously nervous and had no clue what to do, no one had ever been able to see him before.
"I'm fine – wait, you were there earlier too?!" she said, flinching a little.
"I'm always with you Megan," He said softly, "The only time I leave you alone is when you are using the facilities and taking care of your personal hygiene, and even then I'm terrified that something will happen to you." He leaned against the wall of the bathroom and studied her, "I know everything that you deal with daily."
Megan's shoulders dropped. "Oh… I didn't know anyone cared about me that much…"
Fyn's eyes widened, "There are tons of people who care about you, me included. You should hear the things I've told you through the days, I care about you more than you could ever imagine, and I know every one of your little fun and beautiful quirks."
Megan reached up and played with tip of her hair like she always did when she was nervous. "R-Really?"
"I'm positive." He said gently, giving her a gentle smile, "Do you mind if we go somewhere else than here? I feel quite awkward talking to you in a bathroom.."
"Uh, sure. You probably know all the places in my house, so… you pick," she said shyly.
"What about the living room?" He suggested, opening the door of the bathroom and grabbing the knife. He slipped it into his pocket before she saw it again, not wanting her to think about anything like that again.
"Sure," she said slowly, reluctantly following him, as she really had no other choice. "Why did you stop me from killing myself?"
Fyn looked at her and sighed, "I care about you, and if you died then I'd be punished for it." He wrapped a cautious arm around her like he normally did, not thinking it weird at all since he did it every day, "You're special to me, I've grown more attached to you than you could ever know, I would be devastated if you killed yourself and I could've prevented it."
She felt a little shocked at the ease of his closeness, but she shook it off. He probably did this all the time… and she'd never noticed. "What do you mean, you'd be punished?"
"You're my responsibility, I'm your guardian angel, any self harm attempts that you make get me punished, because it means that I'm not doing my job as well as I'm supposed to. If you actually did..kill yourself..I would be punished severely, I don't know what 'punished severely' means, but I know I would never be able to be a guardian angel again." He said, looking down at her as he led her to the living room and sat down on one of the couches.
She sat down beside him and sighed. "Well… I'm sorry. I didn't know I had a guardian angel until today, so…"
He nodded, "It's alright, I know what you're going through and I know it's rough to say the least." He looked around the living room and stood up for a moment, walking to the kitchen and putting the knife away before coming back and sitting down by her, "I don't know if any of your family will be able to see me either, since I'm your guardian." He folded in one of his wings but let the other spread out along the length of the couch, going through the pristine feathers once again to make sure they weren't dirty or damaged.
Megan stared in unbridled awe. "Do you mind if I… Can I touch your wing?" she asked quietly.
"Of course, go ahead." He said with a smile, "Just remember, they are a part of me, they are very sensitive and don't try to yank out any feathers." Fyn never had let anyone touch his wings, ever, but he would allow Megan to. He trusted her.