My Guardian Angel ~ A Prose Tribute

Author: me

Note: [ ] signifies past memories.

Setting: Rose had learned from Hal that Paul is dead. She finally comes home from the Roller Palace.

Rose walks into her living room, exhausted by the turn of the events and her various emotions. Her eyes are still red from crying so much. She spots her “Paul” box, the very item that contains anything that reminds her of or relates to Paul. She walks to it, picks it up and carries it with her to the couch. Tears soon start to appear as she looks at the remnants of their broken relationship and recalls precious memories.

Rose picks up and breathes in one of Paul’s dress shirts…
[Paul: Rose, have you seen my shirt?
Rose: You mean this (Rose comes out wearing Paul's shirt and nothing else)
Paul: Oh. Uh - yeah.
Rose: You want it? You want it? I can take it off.
Paul: No, no, no. Don't. 'Cause if you unbutton one more button, I'm going to be here for hours.
Rose: Okay.
Paul: No, no, please. Have mercy, woman. I have to go.
Rose: No, no. You think that you have to go.
Paul: No, I -
Rose: Guess what I'm serving for brunch?
Paul: What?
Rose: My greatest fantasy.]

and then the $20.00 that Paul had paid her back…
[Rose: Hey! Look at that! It's my tourist in distress!
Paul: My Good Samaritan.
Rose: Oh, what are you doing here?
Paul: Wait, wait. Before I forget, here you go, $20.
Rose: The money I loaned you for the cab.
Paul: Mm-hmm. I promised you I never forget a loan. You're a lifesaver.
Rose: I'm impressed. You tracked me down. I guess that wasn't hard. You know, you know Lily and everything. You might actually -
Paul: Well, actually, the funny thing is I -
Rose: You know, I don't think it's such a good thing that you're here right now. Some fat cat with sharp fangs and a long memory is just about to walk in the door, and this is not the best place for you to be right now.
Lucinda: Paul, darling! Darling, how good to see you again.
Paul: Lucinda, you haven't changed.
Lucinda: Oh, and you - you're so fit. Well, I'm glad that you could drop by this afternoon. You two have met?
Paul: Yeah. We were just getting acquainted.
Rose: So you're the Paul Ryan?
Paul: Yeah.]

…and the scarf she wore to try to hide her face after coming home from the spa
[Rose: I know what it's like to be ashamed of something that you're so ashamed that the other person is gonna just run away. Run away.
Paul: Is that what you think I'll do - if I see your face? I mean, what if it was me, Rose, who was kidnapped and tortured and my face was messed up? Would you love me any less? Would you let me walk away?
Rose: I would never stop loving you.
Paul: Well, it's the same way for me. You know, and it's not because I'm noble or heroic. I'm not. You're the strong one on this team we got here, not me. And that's why I will never let you go, because I need you. I mean, you've changed my life. You saw something in me that I never knew was there. I mean, every morning, I would wake up, and I would see your face, and your eyes - that's what kept me going. I knew I had to prove myself to you so I could see that look in your eyes.
Rose: Oh, no, you don't have to prove anything to me.
Paul: No, I do have to prove myself. I have to prove that you can trust me, and that no matter what your face looks like, I will still love you.]

Rose (shakes her head): Oh… look what I’ve done to us?

Tears flow uncontrollably as Rose lies down on her couch and soon falls asleep…

Paul: Hey, Queen of the Boardwalk! Wake up!
Rose (groggily): Mitz… 5 more minutes…
Paul (chuckles): You know how much it took me to make this trip into your dream? You mistake me for Mitzi, and you won’t even get up for me…

Rose opens her eyes wide open immediately. A vision of a smiling Paul kneeing down by her couch greets her eyes.

Rose: Paul! Oh my god! What are doing here?!

Rose hugs Paul tightly as if she never wants to let him go.

Paul: I was worried about you.
Rose (raises a hand to his cheek): You feel so real… as if you had never left me…
Paul (grabs one of Rose’s hands and kisses it): I wish I didn’t have to…

Rose pulls away from Paul.

Rose: It’s all my fault! You left me because of me… you died because of me! I’m so sorry…
Paul: No, don’t ever say that! There’s no way you could have prevented what happened to me.
Rose: What did happen? Hal told me the plane crashed in the Atlantic and that there couldn’t have been any survivors. Please Paul, tell me that isn’t true… Tell me that you’re still alive and angry at me.
Paul (reaches out a hand): I’m sorry Rose… I’m not really allowed to tell you exactly what happened, but I came here to get the closure we both needed.
Rose (turns away): No! You’re too young to die. You need more time to find your dream. Oh… but I ruined that didn’t I? I’ve hurt you more than anybody else. You lost your will to live. It was really me who you should have stayed away from…
Paul (turns Rose around so that she faces him): Hey, look at me. I didn’t know this but I do now. I did find my dream: you’ve always been it. My whole life, I just wanted somebody to love me back. I needed someone to love me for who I was, and not for my money or anything else. You were that person who I fought so long and hard to find. Granted, it didn’t exactly out to be the way I wanted, but that’s ok. You were right; I couldn’t just forget everything we shared just because we were no longer together. (looks over to the “Paul” box) Did you really think that you could tuck away our relationship just into one box?
Rose: Nah… It would have taken me at least 10. (smiles a little)
Paul (laughs): Stop it, you’re killlin’ me.

Rose’s smile immediately vanishes.

Paul: Sweetheart, come on! I’ve always counted on you to laugh at my bad jokes. Don’t disappoint me now…
Rose: That wasn’t funny!
Paul: That never stopped you before.
Rose (laughs a little): Well you always had that peculiar boyish charm and humor about you. No self respecting joisey girl could resist...

Pause, both are sharing this nice little moment between them.

Rose: Paulie… How am I supposed to live without you?
Paul: You will. And I’m here to help with that. Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been my lucky. Always helping me, always pointing me towards the right path… Well, it’s about time that I return the favor. I’m gonna be watching over you…. count on that… I’ll be making sure you find your dream. Starting with Rosie’s Roller Palace… did I ever tell you how much I liked that name?
Rose (smiles): It won’t be the same without you there.
Paul: True… but you’re gonna have everyone that you cares about to support you. Lily, Lucinda, Emily, Carly… and apparently Dusty.
Rose (looks away from Paul): I-I don’t know why I asked Dusty to stay… I…
Paul: Hey, you don’t have to explain to me. Just… be careful, alright?
Rose: Paul Ryan, why are you so good to me?
Paul (smiles): No self respecting man can resist a “joisey” girl like you.
Rose: Oh… I’m going to miss you! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me!
Paul: And don’t you forget it.

Paul pulls Rose into a kiss…

Rose wakes up.

Rose: Paul?!

She looks around her house. There’s nobody there except for her. She looks over to her “Paul” box. Something that glints catches her eye. Rose picks it up. It’s the angel that Paul had given her for her birthday. It was their first date too.

[Paul: I said it once, and I'm gonna say it again - you're my guardian angel.
Rose: Geez. I'm finally living up to my family name - D'Angelo. Surprise!
Paul: Why is that a surprise? You look like an angel.
Rose: Well, anytime you need me to slap on a couple of wings and do a good deed, I'll do it. Or a bad deed, but you have to beg.
Paul: Now, that is what I like - an all-purpose angel.
Rose: I like you, too.
Paul: I know.
Rose: I'm obvious, aren't I? Yes, that's subtle and - I guess it's been a really long time since I had a nice night out with a nice guy and - I'm not an angel.
Paul: I'm not, either.]

Rose: Oh, but preppy you are… and you’re my angel. (smiles) A girl could get used to that.

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		My Guardian Angel Author: me Note: [ ] signifies past memories. Setting: Rose had learned from Hal that Paul is dead. She finally comes home from the Roller Palace. Rose walks into her living room, exhausted by the turn of the events and her various emotions. Her eyes are still red from crying so much. She spots her “Paul” box, the very item that contains anything that reminds her of or relates to Paul. She walks to it, picks it up and carries it with her to the couch. Tears soon start to appear as she looks at the remnants of their broken relationship and recalls precious memories. Rose picks up and breathes in one of Paul’s dress shirts… [Paul: Rose, have you seen my shirt? Rose: You mean this (Rose comes out wearing Paul's shirt and nothing else) Paul: Oh. Uh - yeah. Rose: You want it? You want it? I can take it off. Paul: No, no, no. Don't. 'Cause if you unbutton one more button, I'm going to be here for hours. Rose: Okay. Paul: No, no, please. Have mercy, woman. I have to go. Rose: No, no. You think that you have to go. Paul: No, I - Rose: Guess what I'm serving for brunch? Paul: What? Rose: My greatest fantasy.] and then the $20.00 that Paul had paid her back… [Rose: Hey! Look at that! It's my tourist in distress! Paul: My Good Samaritan. Rose: Oh, what are you doing here? Paul: Wait, wait. Before I forget, here you go, $20. Rose: The money I loaned you for the cab. Paul: Mm-hmm. I promised you I never forget a loan. You're a lifesaver. Rose: I'm impressed. You tracked me down. I guess that wasn't hard. You know, you know Lily and everything. You might actually - Paul: Well, actually, the funny thing is I - Rose: You know, I don't think it's such a good thing that you're here right now. Some fat cat with sharp fangs and a long memory is just about to walk in the door, and this is not the best place for you to be right now. Lucinda: Paul, darling! Darling, how good to see you again. Paul: Lucinda, you haven't changed. Lucinda: Oh, and you - you're so fit. Well, I'm glad that you could drop by this afternoon. You two have met? Paul: Yeah. We were just getting acquainted. Rose: So you're the Paul Ryan? Paul: Yeah.] …and the scarf she wore to try to hide her face after coming home from the spa [Rose: I know what it's like to be ashamed of something that you're so ashamed that the other person is gonna just run away. Run away. Paul: Is that what you think I'll do - if I see your face? I mean, what if it was me, Rose, who was kidnapped and tortured and my face was messed up? Would you love me any less? Would you let me walk away? Rose: I would never stop loving you. Paul: Well, it's the same way for me. You know, and it's not because I'm noble or heroic. I'm not. You're the strong one on this team we got here, not me. And that's why I will never let you go, because I need you. I mean, you've changed my life. You saw something in me that I never knew was there. I mean, every morning, I would wake up, and I would see your face, and your eyes - that's what kept me going. I knew I had to prove myself to you so I could see that look in your eyes. Rose: Oh, no, you don't have to prove anything to me. Paul: No, I do have to prove myself. I have to prove that you can trust me, and that no matter what your face looks like, I will still love you.] Rose (shakes her head): Oh… look what I’ve done to us? Tears flow uncontrollably as Rose lies down on her couch and soon falls asleep… Paul: Hey, Queen of the Boardwalk! Wake up! Rose (groggily): Mitz… 5 more minutes… Paul (chuckles): You know how much it took me to make this trip into your dream? You mistake me for Mitzi, and you won’t even get up for me… Rose opens her eyes wide open immediately. A vision of a smiling Paul kneeing down by her couch greets her eyes. Rose: Paul! Oh my god! What are doing here?! Rose hugs Paul tightly as if she never wants to let him go. Paul: I was worried about you. Rose (raises a hand to his cheek): You feel so real… as if you had never left me… Paul (grabs one of Rose’s hands and kisses it): I wish I didn’t have to… Rose pulls away from Paul. Rose: It’s all my fault! You left me because of me… you died because of me! I’m so sorry… Paul: No, don’t ever say that! There’s no way you could have prevented what happened to me. Rose: What did happen? Hal told me the plane crashed in the Atlantic and that there couldn’t have been any survivors. Please Paul, tell me that isn’t true… Tell me that you’re still alive and angry at me. Paul (reaches out a hand): I’m sorry Rose… I’m not really allowed to tell you exactly what happened, but I came here to get the closure we both needed. Rose (turns away): No! You’re too young to die. You need more time to find your dream. Oh… but I ruined that didn’t I? I’ve hurt you more than anybody else. You lost your will to live. It was really me who you should have stayed away from… Paul (turns Rose around so that she faces him): Hey, look at me. I didn’t know this but I do now. I did find my dream: you’ve always been it. My whole life, I just wanted somebody to love me back. I needed someone to love me for who I was, and not for my money or anything else. You were that person who I fought so long and hard to find. Granted, it didn’t exactly out to be the way I wanted, but that’s ok. You were right; I couldn’t just forget everything we shared just because we were no longer together. (looks over to the “Paul” box) Did you really think that you could tuck away our relationship just into one box? Rose: Nah… It would have taken me at least 10. (smiles a little) Paul (laughs): Stop it, you’re killlin’ me. Rose’s smile immediately vanishes. Paul: Sweetheart, come on! I’ve always counted on you to laugh at my bad jokes. Don’t disappoint me now… Rose: That wasn’t funny! Paul: That never stopped you before. Rose (laughs a little): Well you always had that peculiar boyish charm and humor about you. No self respecting joisey girl could resist... Pause, both are sharing this nice little moment between them. Rose: Paulie… How am I supposed to live without you? Paul: You will. And I’m here to help with that. Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been my lucky. Always helping me, always pointing me towards the right path… Well, it’s about time that I return the favor. I’m gonna be watching over you…. count on that… I’ll be making sure you find your dream. Starting with Rosie’s Roller Palace… did I ever tell you how much I liked that name? Rose (smiles): It won’t be the same without you there. Paul: True… but you’re gonna have everyone that you cares about to support you. Lily, Lucinda, Emily, Carly… and apparently Dusty. Rose (looks away from Paul): I-I don’t know why I asked Dusty to stay… I… Paul: Hey, you don’t have to explain to me. Just… be careful, alright? Rose: Paul Ryan, why are you so good to me? Paul (smiles): No self respecting man can resist a “joisey” girl like you. Rose: Oh… I’m going to miss you! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me! Paul: And don’t you forget it. Paul pulls Rose into a kiss… Rose wakes up. Rose: Paul?! She looks around her house. There’s nobody there except for her. She looks over to her “Paul” box. Something that glints catches her eye. Rose picks it up. It’s the angel that Paul had given her for her birthday. It was their first date too. [Paul: I said it once, and I'm gonna say it again - you're my guardian angel. Rose: Geez. I'm finally living up to my family name - D'Angelo. Surprise! Paul: Why is that a surprise? You look like an angel. Rose: Well, anytime you need me to slap on a couple of wings and do a good deed, I'll do it. Or a bad deed, but you have to beg. Paul: Now, that is what I like - an all-purpose angel. Rose: I like you, too. Paul: I know. Rose: I'm obvious, aren't I? Yes, that's subtle and - I guess it's been a really long time since I had a nice night out with a nice guy and - I'm not an angel. Paul: I'm not, either.] Rose: Oh, but preppy you are… and you’re my angel. (smiles) A girl could get used to that. This site is unofficial. It is in no way affiliated with Martha Byrne, Scott Holroyd, As The World Turns, CBS, or Procter & Gamble. No copyright infringement is intended.