Hello fellow readers and writers sorry it has been so long. I wrote these prompts quite a while ago but have not had the chance to upload them. I am quite proud of this one and feel so lucky to be able to use my friend's awesome character Iofiel :D Enjoy and please feel free to review I would love to know your thoughts.

Dear Diary,

Sam's eyes are so dreamy. They have a hazel edge whilst the centre is emerald. They are constantly alight with concern for anyone he encounters, especially if they are enduring a hardship and a few times he has looked at me in this way. Each time he does I feel as if I could wilt and fall into those muscular arms. My head would lean against his capable chest and with his arms wrapped around me I know I would feel as if I were untouchable.

Every time those soft lips speak to me my heart skips a beat. And I swear on my Father's name that I blush. I always tend to trip whenever I am approached by him as well. It is really embarrassing even though everyone else finds it comical, especially Cel.

But they don't know that my love for Sam burns stronger each day.

Ever since I learnt of his existence and first met him in person I knew he was the one. That is what the humans often say and it is the truth. I know Sam is the only one I want to be with.

I feel like saying screw the rules. Screw Heaven's stupid law that forbids any romantic relationship between an angel and a human. If it means I can no longer be a prophet and warrior then so be it. If they want to strip me of my wings they can.

I would give up anything for my family, but I would give up even more for Sam.

Death does not even frighten me because I know we would meet each other again in the next stage.

So long as Sam remains safe; he should not be punished for the emotions that arise from my sorrowful soul.

You see diary, Sam does not feel the same way about me. And it breaks my heart. All I want is for us to be together, but I won't force him to love me. Because love is something that takes time to blossom, it's fragile and precious and I would rather be friends with Sam forever than overstep my boundaries and end up pushing him or chasing him away (whichever comes first).

So I guess my lonely heart must continue on its solitary journey for a little longer, dear diary…

'Celeste, what are you doing?'

I gasped and dropped the velvet leather book that had been balanced on my hands. It hit the floor with a thud, the charged silence made me shift on Iofiel's bed.

'Uh.'

'Were you reading my diary?' she demanded, her eyes narrowed as I smiled back guiltily, 'Get out of my room.'

'Technically it is our room as we share it,' I retorted cheekily but am silenced as I am thrown into the wall outside our bedroom door. Damn her sometimes superior powers.

'Not for long. I can't believe you. Why do you always have to do things like this?' Ofi groaned as she slammed her door shut.

Holding one hand over my opposite arm my stomach does somersaults. It had started off as me being my usual mischievous self. But as the passage had continued I felt nothing but pity and sympathy for Ofi.

I mean we were all aware of her huge crush on Sam, heck, Sam himself knew. Yet her diary revealed how serious this crush meant to her and the feeling of responsibility she felt towards him.

She wanted to protect him and she was willing to give up everything to be with him. If he said yes she would definitely follow through. And this scared me, knowing that potentially my best friend could be placing herself in danger all in the name of love.

This then posed another difficult question; if I remained silent would I then be condemning them both to Death? Or if I told my uncles the contents of her diary would I lose the one person I knew I could count on no matter what happened. Could I really betray someone as sweet and genuine as her? I already crossed the line when I promised I would never read her diary again (you should see some of the extracts I have read, I am scarred for all eternity).

Sighing I decided for now I would remain silent and have a chat with Ofi when she simmered down, judging by the sound of crashing coming from our, sorry, I mean her room. I highly doubted that that conversation would be any time soon.