She was the golden child with a shy smile. She wore her blond hair down in wavy curls. She dressed feminine and preppy. He was the opposite, The stubborn child. He was the bad boy in the stories. His starless night hair with wavy ends that reflected the light perfectly. His life didn't make sense but he was tough. Her life was falling apart, but she pretended. That's what brought them together on a fateful night.
That night, that fateful night. The Angel and the Devil crossed paths, one seeking shelter and escape, the other seeking thrill and peace. The Angel looking at him sighed. "It-it's peaceful right..?" "Who the fuck even are you, doing out this late by yourself even." The devil spat. "O-oh.. Briar...Briar Woods, a-and you?" The girl that called herself briar spoke softly with the shy tone. "Coal. i'm coal." he spoke calmer. This was gonna be a long ride.
