In another place, there lives a young angel with his harmonious family.
His fair skin and plumpy red lips make him look so beautiful and cute at the same time.
His attitude is polite, sweet and cheerful.
Making him much liked by anyone who just got to know him.
He had just learned to fly.
His wings weren't fully bloomed yet, but they were enough to let him drift around.
Growing up in a good family made him always optimistic in everything.
If he looks wobbly, his parents are always there beside him to lift him back into the air.
One day, while flying with his parents, he saw a dark, barren forest.
In the middle of the barren forest there is a forest with dense trees that looks foggy and scary.
He had heard rumors going around that a dangerous creature lived inside.
A high sense of curiosity grew in the beautiful angel.
He asked his parents for permission to go there.
At first, his parents were hesitant.
Seeing the forest so dark, dry, with thorny trees made them worried.
Both of their wings were too big to pass through the thorns in the forest.
Unlike the child, his wings are still small so he can easily pass through the thorny trees.
"We can't take you inside. If you really want to go there, you have to walk alone."
"It's okay. I'll go there myself. There's something in there that keeps pulling me. I can feel the sadness."
"Alright, be careful. We'll wait for you here. If you doubt it, run! Don't look back. We'll pull you back right away!"
With that, the beautiful angel walked alone through the dark, thorny forest. Treading every path, following wherever his heart takes him towards something inside that continues to attract him.
After walking for some time, he finally saw something in the middle of the dark forest.
His heart was beating fast.
He could see a creature sitting under the branches of a tree.
The creature sat with its back to him.
Its wings were shiny black, but they were torn all over.
He wasn't wearing any clothes.
There were many wounds visible on his white skin.
The beautiful angel was a little scared.
He couldn't see the creature's face.
He didn't know whether the creature in front of him was dangerous, but he could feel the sadness radiating from the black-winged creature.
Is he alone?
Why is he here?
Why are its body and wings covered in wounds?
Various questions swirled in the little angel's head.
The black-winged creature looked very fragile and lonely.
He looked down with his hands resting on his knees.
The little winged angel tried to approach him carefully.
His chest was pounding.
He was afraid, but somehow something attracted him to approach the creature.
He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the creature's shoulder from behind.
The black winged creature realized that there was someone behind him.
He immediately moved his wings to become a shield enveloping his body.
"Ah, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."
".........."
The creature was silent and did not answer.
"Do... do you need help? Your wings and body are covered in wounds."
".........."
He still didn't respond to the sweet angel's question.
"Let me see your injured wings. Maybe I can treat you."
The little angel again stretched out his hand to touch the black wings of the creature in front of him.
This time the creature just remained motionless.
Its wings still wrapped around its body as a shield.
The white-winged angel carefully stroked the black wings.
Its fur is shiny, soft, and beautiful, but it is torn here and there.
"Does it hurt?"
The little angel continued to stroke the creature's wings.
The black wings were so big that they could cover the owner's entire body.
If it wasn't torn, these wings would definitely look dashing.
I also want to have wings this big.
Thought the little angel.
Gradually, the black wings slowly opened.
No longer covers the creature's body.
Melted by the gentle touch that the sweet angel continued to give.
The little angel walked around to see what the injured creature looked like.
There was very little light in the forest, but the sweet angel could clearly see the creature's face,
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"You...!"
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