For some reason, she had always found the roses in the garden more beautiful than the rest of the flowers. Maybe, she should of picked "Rose" as her human name or at least a variation of it. She still liked Acacia though. It reminded her of her real name. She carefully plucked a rose from the bush and stood up, twirling it between her index finger and thumb. He would walk by any moment now. He always walked this way on his way to visit his sister's grave on Saturdays. She wondered if it was strange that she knew that. Probably. Acacia padded over to the gate that separated the two of them. She could leave whenever she wanted to. It wasn't like the boarding house was keeping her prisoner, but for now, she wanted to watch him from a distance. She had gotten close once and her back started to ache, a constant reminder of the sin she had committed. Love. Angels weren't supposed to fall in love, especially not dear, sweet Ambriel. She was never supposed to love anyone, let alone a human, beyond the simple love of admiration or sibling love. Yet, she had. She fell in love with a human in the most intimate way possible. Acacia bit her lip as she stepped up to the gate. He would be across the street, so he wouldn't see her. He would probably never see her. And, despite the ache in her chest and the longing to reach out and touch him, she was okay with that. As long as she could see him, she was okay with that. After all, what were the chances of him falling in love with her? Slim to none, most likely. Her head lifted. She smiled as her heart soared. There he was. Her human. Her Jason.