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"Isabella, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Carlisle." A man with warm hazel eyes and perfectly set blond hair stands from behind a desk and holds one of my hands between both of his. He has a kind smile on his face, one I can't help but return.
"Likewise," I say. "I'd say I've heard a lot about you, but the Cheshire Cat over there wouldn't say much else than your name." He chuckles.
When he releases my hand, we all sit in the chairs placed around the big, hardwood desk.
"I'm sure you have a million questions. I'll explain everything that's going on and if you still have some after, I'll do my best to answer them. Sound good?" I nod my head in agreement.
"Okay. First and foremost, I would like to say I'm sorry you felt that you had to do what you did. I wish life had been easier on you and you had more opportunities to flourish and thrive, but alas, I have no control over any of that.
"On the other hand, I am glad you have finally joined us. We've known about you and your destiny to arrive here since you were born, hence Edward's excitement." Carlisle's eyes crinkle when he smiles and sends a wink towards me. I guess both Esme and Carlisle like to tease him. "You deserve to have some good and happiness in your life."
"Thank you," I tell him softly.
"I don't know what Edward has already explained to you, if anything. We are in what you could consider heaven and we are technically angels."
"What do you mean by that?"
"We aren't what are commonly construed as angels. This isn't heaven in the sense that all people that are good end up here. We are the ones born with pure souls. We don't have to earn our place here, but it just so happens that there are no criminals or antisocial people here.
"We have wings and can watch over people, but we cannot influence the lives on Earth in any way, shape, or form. Our fates are set in time and it would be nothing short of a miracle to change them."
"So there are no such things as guardian angels?"
"That is correct. We can watch, but not protect."
"That seems kinda pointless, doesn't it?" He chuckles at that.
"I guess you can see it as that."
AN:
What we tend to call antisocial is actually asocial behavior. I'm using the proper definition here. Also, I'm taking creative liberties and changing the meaning of heaven and angels and all that jazz, so sue me (but not really cause I'm broke).
It's been a while. I'm not abandoning this, I promise. It's just my depression being more of a bitch than usual. Stupid serotonin.
I go home in less than two weeks. I'm holding on to that.
-Cannibal