This is the story of Jack and Rose, and no, they have no relations to the Titanic I'll have you know. A cold snowy night in October is met with tragedy when a drunk driver plows into Rose's car, a nineteen year old on her way home to see her family...
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~Rosalie
It took me about three days to realize that Guardianship for Dummies was far more than just a basic crash course on being an angel. It was more like a non-stop lecture that went on for a week. There were no intermissions, lunch breaks or pauses to regain my sanity. Angels, after all, don't need sleep or sustenance...but right about the time we finished the nine-hundred and eighty-ninth chapter of my initiation, I could really use a therapist.
It felt like it would never end. Rule after rule, powers and restrictions...my brain was on the verge of eruption. By the time the words "Congratulations, you're now officially a guardian" rolled off of weather man, evil professor t.v guy's tongue, I was done for in the mental department.
"So what now?" I asked the man I now borderline hated after what had to have been a weeks worth of time.
"Now you go. You're a guardian, the world is your oyster. Remember your responsibilities to your person first and foremost, but you are free." He answered with a tired voice. I knew now that angels didn't get tired, but one thing is for sure; he was tired of me. We had spent days going back and forth time and time again. No wonder we were both so ready to get out of there.
"Abut that...I still have no idea who my 'person' is. I understand what I need to do, but who am I doing it for...who's life am I supposed to put back together piece by piece?" This was the one question he would never answer, no matter how many times I'd asked it over the previous days.
"All in good time."
"That's what you said last time!" I whined, yearning for the answer.
"You'll know it when you see them." He rolled his eyes at me, this time with a small smirk. He did at least find me comical.
"So what...I'm just supposed to wander around aimlessly until I find them?" I laughed, finding the idea as very probable but not true. It didn't feel like that was the case.
"No, I'll point you in the right direction, which is basically right where they are, and then you'll be on your own."
"Leaving me to the wolves eh?" I chuckled, leaning back into the chair that must've had a permanent indentation of my butt from the sheer amount of time I spent in it.
"I guess you could say that, yes. I would however enjoy seeing you wander around in the desert for 40 years...but last time that happened...well, prophets got mad, the people got sad, and-"
"Let me guess, the 'father' felt bed?" I coughed a response, thinking my joke was actually kinda funny.
"Ha ha. So hilarious. I will miss your quick wit and charm my dear." He said honestly, a pang of guilt shooting through me. I had grown to really dislike this weather man guy, angel, thing. He had, although about as boringly as possible, taught me everything I needed to know for the rest of my eternity.
