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Part 5 (wip)

I've never fallen in love. Then I had. That unfamiliar feeling of romance, the warmness on your cheeks, and butterflies in your stomach. I thought love was something to look forward to. I realized it hurts. Especially if you fall in love with the wrong person. And I fell hard. My wings burned mid-air as I crashed into a hard ground of unfamiliar texture. Hard and spiky like small rocks. Pavement. The last thing I saw was the blue sky, slowly graying. 

Then I woke up and saw her. I had seen angels my whole life, myself, was proof of that, although there stood one in front of me. Perfect. Ethereal. She was beautiful. When I first met her, she dropped the cup of tea she was holding.  The glass shattered everywhere and the warm liquid stained the wooden floor. Her eyes were brown, like her skin. She stared at me and then looked away. I could tell that she was surprised I had woken up. She then left. I thought she ran away in fear, but my assumptions were quickly defeated. She came back with a towel to clean the spill.  Her eyes avoided mine, only focusing on the task at hand. Broomstick in hand, she swept cautiously. Mindful for her feet not to go near the sharp glass. She was nervous.  I noticed her struggle and with a slight lift of my hand, the glass glided perfectly into the pan. She looked surprised but then softly smiled at me. My heart fluttered. My eyes now avoided hers. When I looked down I noticed my arms covered in bandages, as well as my chest. Memories came rushing in. I started to hear screaming and the sound of faint missiles in the distance.  I covered my ears in defense. It was all replaying inside my head. I couldn't escape it.  Red stained my vision as I pulled harder on my hair, It hurt. I could feel my wings still burning to a crisp, though I smelled no smoke. I wanted to scream, however, I felt a warm sensation on my shoulder. I lowered my hands and looked up. It was her. She was even prettier up close, her hair looked soft and silky, and the hand that stood placed on my skin felt delicate and endearing. Her eyes told me everything. She knew how I felt. She just knew. Our eyes locked, but my vision soon became soft and blurry. I touched my cheek and felt a stream of tears escaping. That was the first time I had ever cried.