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The Smell Of Flowers

Note:so I made quite a few mistakes in the chapter so I fixed them so u guys can read it better. now continuing from my last note a wise man once said the best way to have a story is to keep them guessing. In the first chapter their is a lot of questions un answered so to make things more interesting I will do a book in the perspective of the boy and the angel
There will be a series of clues to the plot and I want a discussion in the comments and if one of you can answer what is going on in the novels u can join in the making of the rest as to continue on the series I will answer any questions u have but will try as little to give it away. Good luck and may the games begin😆

I have a tight schedule as you might guess. you know millions of people dying and that jazz but I do get days off cause their is Peter at the bridge and shit but he just sends down a staircase, he doesn't like looking at the sinners of the earth.

But I like the music.

I always  loved the music of the blessed artist or children wanting to become something. I hear it all over the place and I love it.

FACTS I FORGOT ABOUT THE BOY
He was 15 and loved to make music he had white hair and a muscular body type. He had a buetiful voice

The boy did not notice me as I investigated his scene and oh little did I know.

There was anger in his eyes as he stared at the knife on the ground but a feeling of love and dispair but all around their was a smell

It was so distinct that it made a taste

THE SMELL OF FLOWERS
the boy had no cell phone on him so he got up and went to the kitchen. I followed. He picked up the phone and as he was, I investigated to find the source of the Smell while he dialed 911

THE CONVERSATION WITH 911
"hello this is 911 what's you emergency?"

"Hello my parents got murderd"

"...what's ur address?"

"1684 Shandra Rd"

"we will be right over"

Still going through shock the boy then walked out the kitchen into the living room towards the door. He closed  it behind him. I followed.

The smell of flowers still lingered and oddly it smell tasty and I wish for nothing more than to find the source as to ease my mind

THE POLICE CAME
finally

They brought an ambulance as to take the bodies away and brought the young teen a towel for his Body he was covered in blood and put him in the car and ever since that day he change.

I finally found the source of the flower smell when they took the boy away

The boy named Jack as we call joshua.

I had to run and attend to my duties and I remembered the Smell of flowers

/time skip to present day/

It was June
Many storms occurred in a short time a sign that the world was shifting. I had lots of work to that evening in Japan

I was doing my duty when I entered a house and found the Smell of flowers

"Flowers in a storm?"I said taken aback at the fact I could now speak
It was odd considering I only talked in my head there was no use for talking in heaven cause everyone could understand just by use of energy

I scanned through the house to find the soul I was ment to deliver to Peter but the sense of it was gone  just the Smell of flowers.

IT WAS FAINT
But I remember exactly where I smelt the smell before

It was the smell of roses