Iris [Songfiction]

Jacob, a guardian angel in immense emotional and physical pain, is discovered in a darkened alleyway one evening by a human girl named Kiara.
Based on the song Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.


1. How?

And I’d give up forever to touch you
‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now


The pain. Oh that burning, agonizing pain that tares through my chest. No matter how tight I curl around myself it only gets worse. No matter how many tears I cry, more just follow.

No matter how much I try, I can’t erase the memories that sear through my mind.
Jonathan. Just the thought of his name makes me howl in agony.


“I’m sorry,” I sob aloud. “I am so sorry.”


I don’t know how long I’ve been here. The alleys dark so it must be evening though. That means it happened approximately six hours ago.
Six hours without Jonathan.

I’ve seen death before. We all have. But this was more personal. This was my first mission and I failed.
I failed him.

“I’m sorry, Jonathan,” I cry out again. “I’m sorry I let you down.”


The voice stops the tears for just a moment and I pull my head out of my arm in confusion to look up.
A young girl stands in front of me. Her hair, a bright red colour, is pulled up in a messy bun and she clutches a water bottle in her hand. I realise with a start that her eyes, a dark green colour, are fixed right on me.
I quickly look behind me which is stupid because there’s only a wall there before looking back up at her.

”This isn’t possible,” I think to myself. ”She shouldn’t be able to see me.”

Fear begins to curl in my chest and my pain subsides. I know I should stand to my feet, defend myself if need be, but I’m too tired and my physical condition isn’t the greatest. So instead, I ignore the training I learnt and just stare up at her in confusion.
The girl crouches down in front of me, concern written all over her face.

“Are you okay?” She asks. “I thought I heard someone crying.”

I know I should be embarrassed, but I’m still in shock. No mortal should be able to see me. Only the immortal, but as I scan her body, there’s no sign of her being so.

“You can see me?” I manage to stammer out. She furrows her head in confusion.

“Of course I can see you. Did you hit your head or something?”

Before I can stop her, she reaches out and brushes my hair away from the cut above my eye. 

I respond quickly and grab her wrist, trying to stop the damage before it’s already done, but again I’m stopped in my tracks.
Her wrist in my hand feels warm and soft. My forehead tingles from where her fingers brushed the hair away, but that isn’t right. That isn’t normal.

Humans, mortals, shouldn’t be able to see angels let alone touch them. 

“Sir,” the girl tugs her wrist away from me and I let go immediately, staring at her in confusion. “Sir, you’re badly hurt and I think that cut might need stitches. Please, can I help you get to a hospital?”

I ignore her question.

“How can you see me? How did you touch me?”

I manage to scamper to my feet, but I’m forced to lean against the wall. When… when it happened, I suffered injuries to my leg. Obviously they aren’t capable of killing me, or they would be gone by now, but it isn’t convenient. Especially in situations like these.

I glare at the girl, trying to figure out who she is, what she is.
She climbs to her feet as well and backs away from me slowly, hands raised in front of her.

“I think you hit your head pretty bad. I’m going to call for help.”

As she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a phone, I try to move forward to stop her, but end up on my knees again, pain searing up my leg.
She drops down beside me, grabbing my arms in an attempt to hold me up, phone forgotten.

“Please,” she begs, eyes fixed on me. “Please let me help you. My grandma lives just around the corner. At least let me take you there.”

I don’t know what to say or do. If I tell her no, she’ll call the hospital and they’ll come looking for a person that doesn’t exist. But if I say yes, I could be putting myself in danger.
As I weight up the two, I feel the pain creeping back into my heart. The fear’s started to subside. If she was a demon, she would have killed me already. That means she’s either an angel or, she’s a human with a remarkable ability.

The pain in my heart and the pain in my leg helps me make the choice.


Looking down, I slowly nod.

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