Angel's Dying Breath

I could hear the magical melody of the forest, the soothing music of the wind, and the wonderful composition of the earth around me. The mission was long gone from my mind by that time until I heard something beside me.
"Rosalie?" the deep masculine voice rung inside my head and stayed there, echoing. I just simply cannot put where I heard that voice before, come to think of it, I couldn't remember anything except for the fact that I was Rosalie Hart and I was some sort of important person.
I slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight peeked from the green leaves sprouting everywhere around me. I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked beside me. I let out a tiny sound of surprise as I saw him. He was running a hand through his glorious tousled sandy hair as he drew a sharp breath and looked away as I met his stare. His eyes were the color of the trees, his face was angular and perfect down to the crook of his neck. The perfect way to describe an angel-and believe me I had seen one before, though not that clear-was this guy.
"I mean, greetings Mistress Rosalie." He stood up shakily and he offered me his hand. I gladly took it.
The warmth surprised me. His hand interlaced with mine was something I was sure I remembered,