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There was an old story,
Of a Angel that was sent to tend the garden of the gods, over many millenniums he tended the garden. But over time the garden got less and less visitors, soon none came at all but still the angel tended to the garden. Over time his wings turned black and his soul dark, forever cast to watch this garden oh how he hated it so. For many years he spent his time alone tending to the plants statues and picture. Until one day while trimming the white roses he came across a black one, how strange it was to see a black rose among all the white roses. As he plucked the black rose a beautiful girl formed in a black dress, she lay on the floor asleep. He stood back shocked it had been long since he had any visitors. The Angel slowly held up the top of the girls body. "Young maiden, young maiden who are you?" he asked in a quite voice, her eyes were as green as the leafs on the trees as she looked up at him. "I do not know, I have lost me can you help me find me once more?" she asked of him, confused he looked at her. "Surely you must have a name, tell me what is it." She though for a moment and then looked at the gardens roses. "My name is Rose." She said with a smile. The Angel helped her onto her feet. "Well then Rose, please enjoy the garden." Having said that he went once again upon his work. But yet Rose followed close behind him, asking questions about whatever popped in her mind. until one day after looking at some picture she asked the angel a very painful question. "Oh Angel, please tell me why are your wings black, why do you not fly?" The angel stopped in his tracks finally he stopped working. "Because I am cursed to forever tend this garden, never shall I be aloud to leave and find love. Then again what does it matter I am not the type for love no one could love me. But now Rose let me ask you something, why do you stay in this garden, it has been almost a year since I have found you, yet you do not leave why is that?" He said returning to his work, Rose bit her lower lip and looked at him not moving a muscle. "Because sweet Angel, I love you." The angel dropped his tools and turned to face the young girl. "Rose surely you must jest?" Still she did not move, nor did she look up at him. "No Angel, I assure you I am very much in love." The angel walked to her and held her tight to him, then looked into her eyes, as she began to blush. "Thank you Rose, thank you." after saying those soft words he kissed her. They then spent the rest of their days together until the end of time.

It is funny how stories can have happy ending all the time, yet we a cursed to suffer the bad ones. Oh why did I leave my Rose.