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#Karen's Scribble: Please excurse my grammatical mistakes. Other than that, Enjoy!
I know it is very short. I'm sorry.
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Chapter One: Nostalgia
By Slippery Snow
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Nobody ever questions the sheer power of heaven or hell. The ones who does, their voices are echoed through the wind and after that are never to be heard again. Just a demonstration of the immortal's power.
Some people go to heaven, the home where I live, others-- quite explicably goes to hell. But some I have learnt do not go to either. They are dead but they can still breathe. What a miraculous creature to be. Personally, I would trade anything just to be with people I have lost and other I can't even remember but still strains my heart.
My name is Isabella Swan, and I died two months ago before I knew the meaning of life. I never had a chance of the pleasant childhood as my parents divorced when I was very young. Death was always a part of me, lurking silently where I least expect it. Somebody once called me a danger magnet, but I don't remember who, his voice was so familiar sometimes I think I can still hear it, asking me to be happy.
I don't remember specifically how I dead, only that I was murdered. Humanly memories fade gradually erasing away only the painful memories. But the feelings do not. I know I died of love, to love, but to whom?
I press my head back on the soft cloud. Little fluff cotton- wool-like puffs gracefully popped up in surprise. I closed my eyes as the morning's sun past by waving to the angels that were care-freely dead and safe. They waved back flirtatiously with their breath-taking wings.
I let out my nostalgic sigh.
"Bella?" called my god-like voice.
I span my head to see is it that spoke. I promptly straightened myself up as I recognized it was God who was asking for me.
"Yes, my Lord?" I asked politely, stilling stumbling to stand properly.
God smiled and caress me cheek that lit up rosy pink, obviously sympatric to my utter clumsiness.
"How are you, my dear?" He courteously asked.
"Don't too well, sorry, my Lord," I admitted. No point in lying to God.
"No need to apology to somebody who loves you, my dear," His voice echoed through the hollowness of my heart.
Love. Where have I felt of such of this emotion? Every time somebody spoke the words of love, my stomach would clench and my lungs would impact so hard that is quiet impossible to breathe or to think coherently as the subject would curious my mind all day trying to remember. I wondered who would love me. What did they look like? Was this person as clumsy as me? Was he gentle? Was he kind? Was he serious or a comedian? What did he love about me? Surely must not be my inelegance or my uncontrollable blush. I mentally slapped myself as I realized my mind was going off once again.
"Are you thinking about your past?" God murmured.
"Yes." I simply answered and sighed
"Then this is perfect," he thought to myself. Then he turned to talk to me again, "Bella, I have a mission for you."
I listened intently for more information. I had never been given a mission before as I was clearly too clumsy.
"It involves you going back to your previous life," he stated using this stern serious tone of voice.
"My previous life?" I was confused.
"Yes, your human life" God stated more clearly, "I wish to turn you back into a human again."
My baby-size wings fluttered excitedly, like a puppy would do with its tail. I was going back to earth! To see Charlie, to see Renee and Jake, Everybody! I was so excited! All this time my mind would constantly drift to earth and now I would finally have a chance to relive that longingful life. But before my thoughtful fantasies drifted too afar, God stated his conditions.
"I miss my people, Bella. Surely you understand that as you miss your loved ones too. But they are not ready to see me yet and there is still so much to do. I want you to go to earth and report to me how they are living. The new issues that they face in life and what we can do to prevent further unnecessary sadness. Be my personal guardian angel, Bella."
His sheer words shocked my soul. My wings suddenly opened wide to my new meaning of superiority and self-importance. God wanted me to be his personal guardian angel!
"When you go back, the people around you may be slightly confused, as you are supposably dead. You have to convince then that you did not die and just gone missing. I will help you when that time comes but as of now, home awaits you." He smiled that me and began to gesture his hands. Creating miracles.
A gentle unnatural breeze span around me as I found myself flowing without the use of my wings, as the breeze picked up pace I closed my eyes. The speed of immortality always scared me. I held my body tight and I gently began to fall.
"Oh," and God said in a distance, "Don't go out into the sun. It will expose your wings."
I nodded and mouthed the words "Thank you". I was clearly grateful for this prospect.
Gravity sank into my body, and with all in the blink I had landed on earth. I looked in a window and saw that my angelic tunic had changed into casual clothes of jeans and T-shirt. My hair felt heavily than usually as did my body. My eyes were in a lifeless humanly brown as so was my hair. My skin was still as pale as ever before and my disable to walk straight still lingered along. I looked over my shoulders and did not see my wings, then I looked up at the sun but I couldn't find it. Always a known characteristic of folks, there was rarely any sunshine. In my conditions it was perfect.
The lack of sunlight reminded me of something or someone, though. As if someone I once knew also appreciated the limited sunlight in this area. But it was so elusive that I forgot it the moment I recognized the porch I was standing on.
I was home again.
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Bella is an angel of heaven spent on the mission. Edward is a vampire of earth that will do anything for Bella to remember her human life she once shared with him again.
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