Meet again

So you think that I'm an archangel," she assured herself at some point that she understood him correctly.

"No. I think that your soul will become one after you die. "

"And what does it mean to be an archangel?"

“The Archangels are the superiors of the Guardian Angels and Angels of Death, if you will. You organize everything we do from within the space of light. You decide, for example, about the demotion of the angels or the size of our areas of responsibility. "

"Said in German: You order everyone else around."

"So to speak."

“I think you are wrong, Samuel. I definitely don't have a soul of light and I definitely won't be an archangel either. I also have bad thoughts and I'm definitely not as flawless as you might think. "

“You forget that I can look into people's souls. And yours is so bright that it almost blinds me. I am not mistaken. I've never done that before. "

“At some point is always the first time,” interjected Amelie, but Samuel shook his head vehemently - convinced of himself and his gift .  

"That's why you should take good care of yourself."

"Don't I have a guardian angel to do this job?"

"Yes, but he will not know of your special worth."

"Why not? If my soul shines as brightly as a lighthouse, then my guardian angel should have noticed it long ago. "

"No. In contrast to angels of death, guardian angels cannot look into people's souls. You shouldn't have any preferences. "

That made sense to Amelie. If the Guardian Angels would also scan their way through the souls of all their sheep, then they would certainly pick the cherry on the cake and accordingly pay more attention to the better souls than the perhaps not so good ones. And somewhere the people who perhaps hadn't got off the wrong track through their own fault, deserved a watchful guardian angel. Equal rights for everyone. It was therefore only fair that the Guardian Angels could only look in front of their protégés and not in the heads.

"I understand. Otherwise my guardian angel could intentionally protect me badly, so that my great soul can become a new archangel all the faster. "

"Unlikely, but theoretically correct."

“How do you know all of this? Is there a handout for everyone with an organizational chart when an angel starts work, or how can I understand that? ”She joked.

"I just know it. We have a spiritual connection with the archangels. All the important information that you need for your work is simply supplied to you. You wake up an angel of death and you just know certain things. Just like when you become a guardian angel. "

"Interesting. Can't you at least sparkle the archangels and talk to them? Because you said earlier that you can't have any contact with anyone. "

“This line only works one way. I can receive your orders, but I can't get in touch with you myself. "

"And what if you have any questions?"

"I have no."

Samuel tucked his left curtain of hair behind his shoulder and exposed his left elf ear.

"What's up with all of your earrings?"

Surely it wasn't just jewelry. A fraction of the pierced ears would have done it for fashionable purposes.

"They help me to keep track of things."

"As the?"

“If someone is about to die but still has enough life energy to fight it, I put one of these earrings on them. As soon as a death row inmate wears one of my earrings, I have a connection to him and feel the flow of his life energy even from a great distance. That helps me to be there early enough to control the life energies. "

" But you don't have enough earrings for a million and a half souls," she stated factually.  

In fact, a slight smile crept on his lips, which Amelie also animated to smile.

"That's true. I only give them to selected candidates. "

"Oh, so angels of death are allowed to have preferences, yes?"

"Yes and no. As I said, it is intended as an aid to make work easier. Whether and how I use them for this is up to my discretion. "

"Do your chosen ones know that you marked them?"

"No. The earrings are - like me - neither to see nor to feel. "

A knock on her room door made Amelie startled. Before she could react in any way, the door to her room swung open.

“Amelie? Who do you talk to all the time? And why did you lock out Ide? He's been yelping in front of your door the whole time. "

Denise stood in her room with her arms crossed and looked at her waiting. Idefix growled at Samuel, who was still sitting on her bed.

Overstrained, Amelie kept looking back and forth between Denise and Samuel. In fact, she didn't seem to see him.

"Uhh ... Franzi accidentally called me ... I thought I wanted to call Anna and then got my number right below it. We just started chatting, ”Amelie lied, ashamed.

Denise raised a skeptical eyebrow. She didn't look convinced.

"Which Franzi?"

"Franzi Schmidt. From school. We had a couple of courses together. "

"Aha ... what's the matter with this dog?", She asked, annoyed by Idefix's penetrating growling, bent down to him and spoke to him, "Are you stupid, little man? Nobody is here!"

"I do not know it either. That's why I kicked him out. He's just keeping me from sleeping with his paranoia, ”Amelie explained.

Sighing, Denise picked up Idefix and tucked it under her right arm.

“Then the little tyrant would rather sleep in the living room today. Why are you wrapped in your blanket like an Eskimo? Are you so cold Are you getting ill?"

Denise put her wrist to her forehead examining her.

"I don't know, maybe I just grabbed something in the rain."

“So you don't have a fever. Lie down nicely and sleep well. "

"I do. Good night, Denise. "

"Good night."

Denise turned off the overhead light and left the room with the Idefix still grumbling under her arm.

Amelie took a deep breath, relieved. That could have been hard to see!

"I think maybe I should really let you sleep then," said Samuel, getting up.

Amelie got up too and switched the light back on.

"When will we meet again? Can I reach you somehow? "

Samuel pricked his left ear, loosened an earring, and held it out to her with an outstretched hand. She accepted it with a questioning look.

"Put it on," he said.

Reluctantly, Amelie put the black creole through her left ear hole and locked it.

Samuel looked satisfied.

“Now I have a connection to you and I always know where you are. When you rub the earring between your fingers I know you want to talk to me. I'll try to come by as quickly as possible. "

"Okay thanks."

She gave him a genuine smile. Although he still confused her with his demeanor and his stories, he had piqued her curiosity. Each time she wanted to find out more about his world, to which she undoubtedly belonged somehow.

"Good night, Amelie," said Samuel, smiling back. That was his first, really complete and heartfelt smile since she knew him.

"Good night, Samuel."

She watched it vanish completely into thin air within a few seconds. Then she switched off the light, crawled into her bed and closed her eyelids. Inevitably she thought about the long conversation and accordingly found it difficult to get into a sleep that was also overshadowed by Samuel.