A week passed, the little angel was sad, the black winged creature still didn't want to talk to him.
He just sat there, didn't move, didn't even eat.
The wounds on his body and wings also did not heal.
In fact, the little angel always smeared it with medicine that he brought from home.
But that didn't make him leave the creature.
He remained sitting and singing to accompany him in the middle of the forest.
Until one day, the little angel's white wings accidentally hit one of the wounds on the creature's body.
Like magic, the wound that touched by his wing glowed and slowly healed.
They were both shocked at the sight.
The little angel smiled broadly and plucked a feather from his own wings and placed it over one of the wounds on the black-winged creature's body.
Amazingly, the wound on his body glowed and disappeared, accompanied by the disappearance of the white feathers attached to the wounds.
The little angel was very happy. He had found out how to heal the creature.
He pulled a feather on his own wings again to heal the fragile creature's wound.
Months turned into years, the beautiful little angel patiently continued to pluck the feathers from his wings to be able to heal the black-winged creature.
One of his small wings was almost bare because he kept plucking the feathers.
The creature was worried about the little angel. If he continues to do it, he will no longer be able to fly.
Until one day the black winged creature spoke to the little angel for the first time.
"Stop it! If you keep plucking your feathers, you won't be able to fly!"
The little angel was surprised to hear the creature's voice.
He looked into the beautiful eyes of the black winged creature and suddenly he cried.
"Ah...sorry...did I scare you? I didn't mean to yell at you."
The creature felt guilty for making the beautiful angel cry.
But the little angel shook his head,
"No. I'm not crying because I'm afraid. But I'm happy because you finally want to talk to me."
The creature was stunned to hear the answer from the sweet angel who was still crying.
His small stature and cute face made the black-winged creature want to hug him so that his crying would stop.
But he didn't dare.
He was worried that his black wings would hurt the little angel.
"You... aren't you afraid of me? I have black wings. You know only devils have black wings, right?"
The creature asked the sweet angel who was still treating his wound by plucking his own feathers.
"No, I'm not afraid. Because I know you're not a devil. You're an angel, just like me. Even though I don't know how your wings got black, I'm sure you're an angel. A devil wouldn't worry about another angel's wings. Besides, if you're a devil, you would have hurt me from the first time we met."
The little angel explained with a smile. Then he added,
"I know you. I've seen you flying high several times with your dashing white wings. I've admired you since then. Then suddenly you disappeared."
The creature could hardly believe what he was hearing.
But he was glad there was someone who still recognized him.
He told the reason why his wings turned black.
For the first time since his wings changed color, he trusted someone.
"Thank you. Thank you for accompanying me all this time. You never once left me. You always came back. Thank you for trusting me."
The creature said with teary eyes.
He was grateful, very grateful for the presence of this beautiful angel.
However, he felt sad.
He was sad to see that the little angel's left wing was almost bare, featherless.
His white feathers were almost gone to treat the wounds all over his body.
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"That's why I beg you, stop plucking your feathers.
You're destroying your own wings.
I don't want you to sacrifice yourself to heal me.
Your wings can still grow, but your feathers won't come back."
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