The Sweet One by Andi Anderson

Prologue

    From the moment of his creation, he knew he served a purpose. For centuries he willingly watched over the souls assigned to him. From the instant they took their first breath and until they took their last, he was there with them. He was the guardian they never knew they had.
    Throughout his existence he had always been able to keep his distance from them. Never once did he get emotionally involved with his assignments. It was against the rules. From Royalty to commoners, saints to sinners, it was his job to supervise their lives and report any good or misguided deeds they had done. At the end of their time on Earth, he would guide them into the afterlife, and to their just rewards, whichever place it may be.
    He had always prided himself on being fair and unbiased. He was to watch, report, guide, and protect them if possible. This was what he was created for and what he did best.
    Until his Sweet One was born. The moment he received his assignment and he watched this new soul come into the world, he felt an undeniable admiration toward him. The child, born two months premature, had to fight from the time he took his first breath: fight to breathe, fight to grow, and fight to live.
    His Sweet One did just that. As he watched his Sweet One develop throughout the years, his heart cried out to him. Sweet One was smaller and weaker than other souls his age. Because of his small stature, Sweet One often failed at any kind of physical activity. Although he was always last, his Sweet One would never give up. Sweet One's determination to complete any task set before him made his feelings change from admiration to a deep affection.
    As the years rolled on, he watched his Sweet One grow into an intelligent and kind soul that was loved by everyone privileged to know him. Because of his small size, his Sweet One was often teased and laughed at by other young souls. This would sometimes cause his Sweet One to become sad and often to cry himself to sleep at night.
    It would cause him great pain to watch his beloved soul so unhappy, so he did something he never had before. He started to become careless while he watched over his Sweet One as he would cry himself to sleep. Anytime his beautiful soul had a bad day or his heart was broken, he would stand at his bedside and comfort his Sweet One with his soothing presence.
    This alone made his Sweet One feel comforted and he would immediately become calm, have a restful sleep, and wake relaxed and happier than the night before.
    He often wondered if his Sweet One saw him. Sometimes his Sweet One would gaze to where he was hovered and a look of peace and adoration would show in those big brown eyes, and a smile would form on his pretty face. His Sweet One would never say anything; he would just roll over, sigh contently and go back to sleep.
    As the years rolled by he watched his Sweet One change. The pain and disappointments life had given him just made his Sweet One that much more determined to find success in life by working hard and having a fulfilling career as a kindergarten teacher, where he was loved by students and parents alike.
    Although his Sweet One loved his job and his family, he was lonely. His heart would break every time his Sweet One failed at being lucky in love. He would watch his Sweet One become disappointed time and again, only to know in his heart why he could never find happiness with another.
    They were soul mates.

Chapter 1

    "Bye, Mr. Thompson! Have a nice weekend!" Tommy Langford yelled as he grabbed his colorful, cartoon character backpack and scurried out of the room.
    "Goodbye, Tommy. See you on Monday," Micah answered as he continued to gather up the mounds of paperwork from of his desk and put them in his 'to be graded' stack. Micah looked at the never ending pile of papers and sighed. Judging by the height of the stack, it appeared that he would be spending most of Sunday grading papers instead of reading or watching old movies on television like he