My Guardian Angel

~Chapter twenty-three~ Mates...Mates everywhere

If you noticed in an earlier chapter, Rayne was pretty upset when Rizoel pointed out he had no mate. So I decided to use his POV because he's about to get a happy ending just like everyone else(;

BTW: I'm changing the spelling of Annabel's name because it fits with a song and a poem I wanted to add. So now I have to go back and fix the spelling in EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER. Sigh.... Anyways, enjoy(:

Song to the side is Last Time by Paper Route :3

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~Rayne~

I watched as Rizoel held Annabel in his arms and looked at her lovingly. I wanted that so much. A love like that. But sadly I wouldn't be able to have it. Angels usually don't find their mate until they either die or they never find them at all. I was scared of that happening to me.

What if I never find her? What if she never crosses my path? What if she goes to hell and I never get a chance to save her? What if...

"Rayne! Rayne gather the others! There's been an accident and we have new arrivals." Jacques patted me on the shoulder before taking off down the corridor.

New arrivals.

I cringed at that. New arrivals meant that people died in an unnatural manner. Meaning there was a horrible accident and people were killed instead of dying at an old age.

"If you two are done loving each other, there's a more important matter at hand." I murmured to Rizoel and he scrunched his eyebrows.

"I'll never stop loving her dude. But anyways, what's the matter?" I bit my lip.

"New arrivals." I whispered and his eyes widened.

Annabel looked confused.

"New arrivals? That means... Oh." She looked down and Rizoel grasped her cheek making her look at him.

"It's ok, darling. They're in a better place now. And that's no lie." She smiled and I couldn't take it anymore.

I had to leave before I blew up over my jealousy of their love. Why do they have to be so perfect? I've been jealous ever since he found Annabel and its not because I had romantic feelings for her. I mean she was cute and everything, but she wasn't THE one. I would be happy once I found the one I could call mine. Heck, maybe she won't actually be a she. Maybe I'm gay. Who knows? God works in mysterious ways.

I arrived at the gates of heaven just as the others made an appearance. God stood at the entrance, watching as a group of what looked to be teenagers walked towards him. They looked frightened, yet relieved.

One by one they walked through being greeted by everyone as they came. One stood out though. A boy with brown scruffy hair and the most beautiful golden brown eyes I've ever seen unsurely walked through. He didn't seem happy in the least. He actually looked as if he wanted to cry. I wanted to go to him, but a girl with black hair ran up and grabbed his arm. He seemed relieved and pulled her into a hug. Then they kissed. My heart broke and I walked away. I couldn't ruin something like that.

I stood looking out over the fields of heaven, watching people laugh as they celebrated a new life. I smiled softly. Everyone seemed so happy. A tap on my shoulder caused me to turn around in surprise. Annabelle smiled at me and looked rather excited.

"Hey Rayne. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. His name is Greg. He's one of the people who were in that bus crash." I nodded and looked up into those golden brown eyes.