Fallen

Chapter Three

Red Roses ~ Roses are the quintessential flower to present to someone you love -- the red variety is actually known as the lover's rose. A multicolored rose bouquet could hold several meanings, however. White roses signify humility and innocence; yellow roses mean friendship and joy; pink roses tell a tale of gratitude, appreciation, or admiration; and purple roses (paired with white lilac flowers) are for someone you're enchanted with -- or fell in love with at first sight

Maroon came to the garden the following day, and the day after that, and the day after that. He was nothing like everyone says he is: he kind-hearted, funny, and overall amazing. We started to form a close friendship with each other, and even though it is wrong, I couldn't help but be excited at the thought of seeing him!

   But weeks have passed since I last saw Maroon. I went to the garden every day in hopes he'd come, but he never did...

   I don't know even know why I want to see him anyways. He's a demon, I'm an angel, we are complete opposites and yet...I miss his company.

   It was night, and I laid on my bed with my sheets all around me. The only warmth I had came from my wings that wrapped around my small figure. My body felt tired yet my mind was so awake. I couldn't stop thinking of...him.

   " What is wrong with me..?!" I groan, throwing my hands over my face," Why do I miss him so much..?!"

  " Aww...I missed you too princess." I literally shot up from my bed, falling onto the floor," Wow...jumpy."

   I look up to see Maroon perched on my window seal, his black wings spread wide, smirking down at me," What the- Maroon!" I scold," You scared me to death!"

   " If I knew you were so jumpy, I would've knocked." Maroon replied, smiling.

   I pushed myself off the floor, brushing myself off before facing Maroon," So what are you doing here? At this hour?" I ask, walking over to my closet and pulling out a thin silk robe to put over my noodle-strap nightgown; I had always prefered to wear it since I get hot at night, but it's embarrassing to wear in front of someone.

   " Well I didn't think it was that late..." he mumbled to himself, looking behind him at the night sky, filled with dozens of twinkling stars," Sorry, but I just...wanted to see you."

   " Couldn't you have come tomorrow?"

   Maroon shook his head," I hadn't been able to see you in weeks, and...I missed you."

   A light blush covered my face," I'm glad the feeling was mutual..." He smiled and jumped off my window seal, ticking his wings behind him, entering my room," But you do know we barely know each other."

   " Well...I know you're a princess, you have an amazing singing voice, and your wings tend to have a mind of their own." He states.

   I laugh and shake my head," That's just from observation, but I'll give you that." I say, smiling.

   " Well...tell me something about yourself."

   " What would you like to know?"

   He placed a hand on his chin, rubbing it as he thought," Favorite...poem?"

   I laughed a bit before replying," The Language of Flowers." I say, playing with my hair a bit," It was a poem my mother use to read to me before bed."

   " Lovely poem."

   " You've read it?"

   Maroon shrugged," If my memory serves me correctly...yes." he replied," If I'm wrong, you can always recite it for me. Or maybe we can read some together."