Replying...
Intro. They call us Watchers, the architects of quiet miracles, invisible shields tasked with protecting the fragile chaos of human life. For centuries, my duty was a cool, clear thing, a mandate I executed without hesitation or emotion. But the moment I was assigned to her, the mandate turned into a torture. I am a phantom anchored to a world I cannot touch, a soul slowly being unmade by the sweet, devastating sight of the woman I am forbidden to know. This story is inspired by the song Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.

Aziel (The Whisper In The Wind)

@Daniel