Proulouge ---- Victoria Swanson. Perfect, beautiful, kind... Mysterious. "Mommy, when I grow up, I wanna be like her!" Many would approve, and agree, but... You shouldn't be like her. Underneath the Perfection God had crafted, was a broken heart. A soul so delicate, a soul so fragile, a soul so broken. A broken soul in a perfect body. Unique, fragile, delicate, innocent, fragrant... Her scent is like the sakura blossoms, fresh, and pure. One would compare her to a rose, so beautiful, so... Mysterious. But is a mere rose worth comparison to a pure soul?
------ Victoria sat in her room, staring at the starry sky. "I... Want... To.... Be... The... Best..." Victoria sighed as she repeated those words that she had said the exact day, and the exact time, six years ago. "I can't be." Victoria grabbed her white night giwn and moved to the mirror, then sighed as she touched her face. "It's pale white deary..." Victoria jumped as she turned her back and looked at a guy, right there before her. "Who... Are you?!"
Victoria stared at the bemused man who was sitting on her bed sipping tea. He was a redhead and wore a suit, had glasses and looked much like the olden victorian days folks. "Ah... My name is John." Victoria began shaking and hugged herself, staring at John wide eyed. "Who are you... Why are you-" "Honey I'm part of your imagination.. Your outcome of your loneliness." Victoria still didn't say anything, nut instead collapsed on her knees and sobbed weakly, still shaling with fear and confusion. "A broken, fragil, delicate soul is the most beautiful of all... I'm glad God sent me here. To be with a soul as beautiful as you." John walked to her and held her chin up, then hugged her tightly. "Broken souls deserve to be repaird... I happen to be there for you." Victoria just froze there in his arms, letting him cradle her as she fell asleep, only thinking about her new guardian angel. ---- Short, but you get the story.