[Third Person's Point of View]

"He won't listen to me," Rose complained, pacing back and forth on her human's roof. Leaning against the chimney was her best angel, Christian, who she deemed the wisest at the moment.

"Humans are like that," he answered, adding more to her frustration. 

She rolled her eyes and said, "But it's silly. I'm his Guardian Angel and I know pretty well that the woman—who is currently shaken up by the recent incident and under his roof—is not his soulmate. Why can't he just believe me?" She couldn't help it but feel bitter, especially toward a certain lady.

Christian didn't bother giving her an answer for he knew not the answer. He just watched her pace back and forth with a smile lingering on his lips. Rose finally stopped pacing and sat down, her legs stretched out on the roof. Her satin red dress spread around like a pool of blood. Christian mentally told himself not to think of it. She was past that point. She didn't need to go back or remember it at all. 

She pouted her lips and looked at Christian, a question teasing her mind.

"Christian?" 

He smiled at her replied, "What?"

She looked deep in thought for moment before deciding. "How did I become an angel?" she asked, looking at him with her mischievous, yet, innocent brown eyes. Her question struck him like a lightning bolt .

He shifted uncomfortably and said, "You were a good person, a really good person." That was not what she wanted to hear exactly. She knew all the 'good' people become angels, but how? What was her story? What did she do that was good enough for Heaven? Her mood was worse than before.

"You have to know more than," she mumbled under her breath. Rose opened her hands and a white moonflower blossomed. She set it down gently on her lap and Christian watched it withered away on her lap, turning into specks of dust. That was how special she was to him. If anything, she was the best when it came to flowers. 

She sighed and said, "Christian, I really want to know. More about myself, I mean." The desperation in her voice shook him to the core. He found himself succumbing to her innocent plea.

"Heirloom Garden," he answered, standing up straight. "Go there. It's a good place to start."

His white wings opened up and fluttered a few times. Then he disappeared. 

Rose walked into Dimitri's home and heard Lady Natasha talking. She did not care about the lady, but one look from her was enough to catch his attention. He excused himself and gestured to the stairs that led to the upper floor. The angel with black wings found it strange that his bedroom was not up there.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, he opened a door and they walked in. He turned on the lights and closed the door. 

"Are you alright?" He asked her, immediately.

She was taken by surprise. She awkwardly nodded. Of course, she was fine. She was angel after all. Nothing could hurt her. Well. . .maybe nothing—but maybe a few things.

She fidgeted her fingers, not knowing how to ask properly after their argument. 

"I need you to take me somewhere," she said, her hands growing cold by the moment.

He frowned and asked, "Why? Can't Guardian Angels go wherever they want?" She smiled a little and shook her head.

"It's not that easy. Only to places you've been to," she explained. "Where you go, I go."

He nodded and asked, "Where is it that you need to go?"

"Heirloom Garden. I don't where it is or what it is. I just know it's a place."

His frowned deepened. "Heirloom Garden? I've never heard of that place. It sounds. . .almost mysterious," he said.

Fear of not being able to go there seized Rose in a tight grasp. "I saved your life and Lady Natasha's. You have to take me there," she said, her voice wavering.

Dimitri's expression hardened. "I thought you are supposed to guard my life for free. I never asked for you to do this."

"I know. But I need you to return the favor."

He raised his brow at her, asking. "Why do you want to go there so. . .desperately?"

Did she sound like that? She nodded firmly and answered, "You want to know more about me? Take me there." She was clueless about herself as he was. 

After taking Lady Natasha to the safe house, Dimitri returned back to his home and brought his laptop into the living room, where an angel sat on his couch. He dropped down next to her and he could see curiosity blooming in her brown eyes.

"It's a computer. A computer holds a lot of information, almost about anything," he explained, watching her eyes sparkle with so much life and innocence.

The corner of her mouth curved up into one of her infamous mischievous smiles he had grown to know so well. "That's amazing," she said, as he typed into the search bar.

A long list of results came up. One caught his eye. His clicked on it and it showed an article written in years ago. It appeared to be an old website. He read it and noticed how Rose kept scooting in closer. Her eyes were glued to the article. She leaned in, blocking his view of the screen.

For an unfathomable reason, he didn't want to interrupt her moment of fascination. But she was close enough that he could see the flawless skin of her bare shoulder and face. It seemed as if her skin was glowing. That was when he really saw how her dark brown hair cascaded down her back and contrasted with her red dress. He looked away and cleared his throat.

"Rose, I'm the one that has to drive you there. I need to see the map," he said, swallowing.

She turned around, realizing how close she was to him. She backed away, her cheeks flaming red slightly and her back stiff as a rod. 

"Of course," she said, looking at her hands. "I apologize. . ."

He nodded and enlarged the map on the screen. "Keystone."

"Keystone?" she repeated, looking at him questioningly.

"Keystone. There is a place called Heirloom Garden on the far side of Keystone. Doesn't say what kind of place, but it's definitely there. I know how to get to Keystone. Heirloom Garden? We might have to ask around when we get there," he explained, saving the article and map.

"How long will it take to get there?"

He shrugged and said, "A few hours. So we leave first thing in the morning." He stood up and carried his laptop back into his bedroom. Rose sat still on his couch, thinking of the things to come. 

She looked at his bedroom door and whispered, "Good night, Dimitri."

Nothing but a silent thank you from an angel.

I know this chapter is super short, but I wanted to leave it here. While I was writing this, I was considering whether I should write their trip in this chapter or the next. But I felt that it would be better if I continued in the next chapter and not this one. I am sorry that I did not update like I said I would. I know nothing exciting happened in this chapter, but I really wanted to focus on Rose's backstory and the small little things that happen between the two characters. I'm trying to build them. So please be patient with me.

Much love,

Iris