Wings

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Arella was not the cool and popular girl, even though she was king and always ready to help everyone. She just liked the library and the silence more than the said normal student type.

Luke, however, not so much. Transferred from God knows where, he's the mysterious one. Constantly rude and won't let anyone get close.

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"I can see them..." Arella's low and soft voice broke the silence.

"What are you talking about?" Luke asked, confused by the girl's words.

"Your wings... I can see your wings." She took a deep breath. "And I know no one else can see them but me." She spoke, this time, more confident. She could see them clearly. At his right there was a black wing, at his left a white one. They were beautiful.

"You're crazy, I don't have wings."

Luke spoke only the truth. He was a demon. Son of one of the fallen. Dragged with all of them. There was no way he could have wings. It was impossible. But then, how could Arella see such thing? Who was she?