everyone ^-^ Well! Let's start introducing myself. I'm Maria, but
here you can call me hiyouarehere. I follow ee cummings
and I hardly capitalize anything, not that I'm illiterate… But
since I'm writing for you people, and I know everyone enjoys a
well written text without faults, I will capitalized as
needed J I've
always been a BIG fan of reading and writing and I always have
ideas, but I never find the will to put them into paper… So! This
novel is named Cosmic Love, and I really want to start writing
it, since I've thought about it for a long, long time. It's the
second proper novel I will have written, so I gladly appreciate
all the feedback and suggestions you may have for me and for my
writing since I want to improve! Well, without more, here I leave
A novel inspired by the songs of dear Miss Florence, and her
is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
day I was assigned Florence White's case - my very first one - ,
I was made very sure of the rules: first, never, under any
circumstances, reveal the secret. (My current condition of being
an angel, that is). Second, your Human is your life, protect all
harm from them. And last, but not least, never, ever, fall in
did I know that the rules that once seemed pretty obvious and
easy to follow, would bend on me and that this girl I was
supposed to free, would end up catching me.
duty angels carry goes way beyond people's imagination, so let me
be the first to clarify it to you. If you thought it was only
deciding who gets in and who doesn't, you've gotten it down
wrong: it's much, much harder. You know that Angel
Gabriel? He's a lucky dude.
part about everyone having a "guardian angel" isn't completely
true either. If we had all our angels following each one a human,
it'd be a total chaos. First, we'd have to get a handful of
wings, and they surely aren't easy to get. And not all angels get
to go to Earth either. They have to be fully prepared to do so,
and when I say prepared, I really mean going to school. Yes.
School. Just like any little human kid, every angel has to
go to school and study the matters of Earth Geography, Human
History and Culture… Not very nice, eh? (And don't even get me
started on Angel History).
where were we? Yes. Being an angel is a hell of a hard job
(Haha, got it?). And the duty I got wasn't an exception.
earth?" I repeat. She gotta be kidding me. "To take care of a
Lucas, we're sending you to Mars to observe aliens." Zaire, my
Head Angel, says. Her sarcasm isn't that reassuring.
earth, indeed. We've gotten a girl down there that lost her mom
and needs serious help with grieving."
me guess, suicidal?" I say with a smirk. Great. A suicidal wave
She sighs in exasperation. "She hasn't grieved, hasn't cried,
nothing. She's numb."
What? "And that is bad because…"
you even paying attention?" She snaps, raising her voice and at
this point I'm sure she's seriously considering my capability for
the mission. "Because she hasn't accepted her mom's death! That's
why, and your duty is to go there and make sure she does. While
she's down there ignoring her circumstances, her mom's stuck up
in the entrance. She can't get in until this problem is
so this is serious."
rolls her eyes, and by now I can tell I pissed her off. "Yes
Lucas, Gosh, what do they teach you kids in school?- she murmurs
while fetching a big fat golden folder from the archives drawer
and handing it to me. "You must leave as soon as possible. I
believe from your teachers you're quite prepared."
buts" She cuts me in, what a cow! No wait, I mean, what an
angel! Yes. That's better. "Everything you need to know it's in
that folder. Study it well, and see you in a few days."
I - "
as she says so I find myself dumped outside her office, standing
like a fool with the golden folder in my hands.
The folder lied on my lap as I opened it carefully, trying not to
rip much of its paper. The last thing I needed was to tear some
piece of important information, and I was sure Zaire would cut me
in half if she found out I had torn something, or even worse,
lost anything. Besides, it was golden. Freaking
golden. I bet you haven't seen many of those folders
there was any way for me to learn about the girl, this is
Name: Florence White.
then pages and pages and pages about her, her life, and her mom's
accident. I bet she could have read through it and wonder what
person it was talking about. I knew more about her than she did
of herself, and it was a nice advantage; one I truly
skimmed through the papers until I found a picture. Don't get me
wrong, not that I haven't seen humans before, I've seen
thousands, millions, both alive and death, but curiosity killed
the cat, and this car surely was curious. The skin that wrapped
her was very pale, translucent even, and as far as I knew that
wasn't very common among living Humans. Her hair came in a
frizzy mane, the color of autumn, auburn. Simple girl, I noted.
But something about her freaked me out; I couldn't rip my eyes
away from the picture until it hit me: her eyes, those dark green
eyes which looked about to pop out of their sockets. Mad eyes,
mad eyes easy to find, so at least I knew I wouldn't mistake her
for anyone else.
I was sure now. I was going to do this, but how?