There was a once a very, very lucky man named Dimitri Belikov. His life became completed because of my existence. He welcomed me so warmly that my heart almost exploded into billions of little stars. Just kidding. He considered himself the unluckies...
"You've finally done it!" Christian, an angel of light, said angrily.
"It isn't my fault that the Highest One decided to give me timeout on earth," Rose defended herself, smiling mischievously at her pitch black wings. She was an angel of light, like Christian, but broke so many rules that her white wings had turned black. Not that she minded the dark color anyway.
His anger was beyond words. He was older than her and she was the only one who could make him so angry. The only one that dared to break rules and yet, still loved by many. No matter how he wished the Almighty would send her to earth forever, he wouldn't trade her bright mischievous smiles for anything. Because of their close friendship, Christian was sent to earth to guard a human and keep a close eye on a certain black-winged angel.
"It can't be that bad, Christian. I mean, three years down on earth," she said, smiling brightly at him, as if it were not a kind of punishment at all. He glared at her and said, "You know your job. Don't mess it up for both of our sake." She nodded and made her way to the front door.
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[ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW]
I knocked on the door twice, trying to be polite. The door opened, revealing a tall man with fair brown hair and lovely brown eyes. He was in his twenties and the look on his face was.......well....I was not something he was expecting.
I raised my hand up to wave a little, but he slammed the door shut. My smile dropped and knocked again. Rude. I was being polite and he just slammed the door to my face without letting me introduce myself. He didn't open the door so I just walked right through the door—a special ability of an angel—into his living room. He was reading some book when he walked in.
I crossed my arms and cleared my throat, glaring at him. How on earth was I suppose to guard him when we couldn't even get along? This definitely was harder than it looked. The Almighty above really knew how to give me timeouts.
"Excuse me?" I did a little wave. "I'm Rose. Your Guardian Angel." Unfortunately.
He dropped his book and pulled out a gun from behind, aiming right at me. His eyes averted from my face to the my large black wings behind me. He swallowed and directed his attention back to me.
"Who are you?" he asked, emphasizing every word.
"But I already told you," I replied, seriously concerned about his memory.
He moved closer to me and asked, "How did you get in?"
"Through the door."
"But I locked the door!"
"Literally. Right through the door!" I explained, artfully gesturing to the front door.
He shook his head and muttered, "Impossible."
I shrugged and said, "Eh, not really. I am here. You are here. I'm talking. You're listening. You're real. I'm real. Like I said before, I'm your Guardian Angel." Just accept the truth, you idiot!
