You were the apple of Celeste's eye. That angel was absolutely and undoubtedly devoted to you and only you. Everybody knew that, of course.

Why would the angel of beauty try to deny somebody as perfect as you? You were like her goddess, and her universe.

The two of you sat in the middle of a vast meadow, picking flowers and climbing trees and acting all love-y.

The two of you had been allowed to slack off duties for a day, and you guys took the opportunity wholeheartedly.

Though Celeste was the angel of beauty and extremely beautiful, she picked you up with ease and spun you around until you were dizzy with the spinning and laughter.

Other angels occasionally came to watch and then leave, slightly envious of your relationship or simply dying from how adorable the two of you were.

Nobody seemed truly jealous, except one of Celeste's past lovers that stayed longer than any other angel despite people telling them to come along.

Other angels had warned you about this particular lover, knowing that Celeste had been just as crazy about them as she was with you, and made you overthink from time to time.

You hid this well from Celeste, but she could tell that occasionally something was off when you decided to walk off as she spoke to another angel for a few minutes.

The cause of this odd behavior was beyond her for the moment, and none of you noticed the angel watching from behind a tree, nearly seething at you and wanting to just hit you and take Celeste back.

They'd make their presence well known soon enough, as the two of you put flowers in each other's hair and shared letters meant for the other.