Heart pumping. Anxiety. Muscles tighten. Goosebumps.
Dilated pupils. Sweating. Nervous. Worried. Adrenaline. Excitement.
Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
No one warns you when it happens. When it does, there is no stopping it. Even if something cushions your fall, you still fell, and the feeling is still there.
It was not supposed to happen. It should not have felt so right. It should have hurt, but he was there, and she was caught off guard.
Annabelle watched the mortals below. She watched their sanctity, their achievements, and their happiness, but she watched their sorrows most of all. For every tear that was shed, a new flower she would create. She filled their realm with gardens and meadows. She heeded over them and kept them close in her heart.
Celestials were forbidden to interact with humans directly. They were imperfect beings, with few morals, if any. To Annabelle though, they captivated her—all their flaws and quirks. Everything about them, she was in utter infatuation.
However, there was one she had a special fondness for. She followed his life and watched over him, even in his darkest times. Whether he knew it or not, he had his own guardian angel. Perhaps she had a little more than just a fondness for this mortal soul, and maybe, this is where her fall truly began.
She had created a flower just for him. Its meaning had more than just one. The first to symbolize rejected love, from which his parents gave him none. The next to help him find passionate love, something every soul deserves to find. The last was unintentional, for she added too much of herself into its creation—a spiritual connection. A connection beyond life and death, a bit of her own soul, she poured into its shape. A ‘bleeding heart’ he would someday find to heal his own soul’s aches.