New home, new me, and the stranger I can see

    This time around, I'm at the pool, only my legs in the water, enjoying the sun rays. Summer is almost close to an end, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as I can. I close my eyes, the heat nice on my skin, my legs cooled off by the pool's water.

     I've been at my apartment for about a week and a half now, and though Tammy tries to come over almost every day, I tell her it's time for her to relax, and do some her time. She's been sending videos of herself going for walks, and enjoying the sun, and now when I see her smile, it doesn't look forced , or filled with anxiety.

     Since I injured myself, the angels fear me. They try to avoid me as much as possible, and their fear goes to the humans they're assigned to. They part from me as if I have a means to hurt them, and even after all the research I've done, I've come up with zero results as to why they would be scared of me.

      I've tried to accept it, but I'm always reminded of the fact, because I can see them every time I walk outside of my apartment.

      Since I had the choice to work from home, which I took, I've mostly kept to my apartment, not wanting to leave to see their fearful faces.

      I finally dive my whole body into the pool, the cold shock wearing off as I swim. I stay under for as long as I can, pushing my head out once my lungs start to beg for air.

      Since it's Tuesday, not much of the residents are at the pool, so I have it all to myself.

      I dive back under the water, swimming to the other side where my seat is at, my towel and sunglasses on there. Rising back up, I feel the chlorine sting my eyes, and I reach for my towel.

      Something in me tells me to open my eyes, and as I do, a pair of red-black eyes stare at me, curious. He's so close to me, all I see are his eyes, his nose almost touching my own.

     I let out a shriek, moving back, and the guy seems a bit startled at my reaction. He stands up-looking to be around six feet in height-and continues to stare.

      Suddenly, I'm aware that I'm in a two piece red swimsuit, and I cross my arms, moving my wet hair to hide as much of my exposed skin as possible.

      "What is your problem?" I cry out, glaring daggers at him. He looks behind him, then points at himself to make sure that I'm talking to him. "Yes, I'm talking to you, buddy!"

       "You can see me?" he asks, and his voice is so deep, goosebumps prickle on my arms. I nod, a blush forming on my face as he gets closer to me, his foot entering into the pool.

        Instead of diving straight into, he hovers over the water, his shoes dry. Horror fills me, and I waste no time jumping out of the pool, and snatching up my keyring from the small key holder.

         The guy calls out to me, asking me to stop, but I ignore him, dashing up the stairs to my apartment. Once inside, I shiver from the a/c air that's billowing in the halls, my hands shaking from the sudden rush of adrenaline. When I'm finally able to get the door unlocked, I slam it behind me, locking it up, and placing the dead bolt on that I had installed, trying to control my breathing. I feel so seen, I close the blinds, making sure they're all locked, realizing that I'm still soaking wet and leaving a trail on the carpet. I sprint to the restroom, peeling off the wet suit, and leaving it on my sink, heading for the bathtub.

      Five minutes later, I'm chin deep in soapy hot water, the bubbles so fluffed, you can only see my face. The heat of the water calms me, and I relax my body, the smell of sweet lavender and honey filling my nostrils. I keep replaying the incident at the pool over and over in my head, and I still can't make sense of it.

    I left in a hurry, not really getting any of his features besides his eyes and height. But he didn't have wings, so he wasn't an angel.

    Plus, he talked to me. Even before the angels started being afraid of me, they usually ignored me. He was something else. Something that wasn't human.

    I decided to banish all thoughts of him, as I could feel my body wanting to tense up with stress. Finishing my bath, I rinsed off, scrubbing my body down with a towel.

    Once done, I wrapped my hair up, wrapping a towel around me. It was starting to get late, and I debated if I wanted to cook dinner yet, or go to bed, since tomorrow I'd have to log in for work.

    Stepping out, I headed towards the small area I called the dining area, trying to see if my cellphone was on there. Flicking on the lights, I frowned, wondering where else I could have placed it, when I heard the sound of clearing their throat.

     I turned to see the same person that had been staring at me at the park, his tall self sitting in the center of my couch, eyes calm.

     Stunned, and confused, I looked at the windows, and then my front door, realizing they were both still locked and closed as I left them.

     Stumbling back, I bumped into the wall behind me, the force enough to unravel the towel that I had placed on me to cover myself up.

     It dropped around me, in a pool of fuzzy purpleness, my naked body exposed for my surprised guest to see.

     His eyes wandered up and down, and I coverd myself.

     "Well, that's one way to make an impression."