She was a sweet girl. Her dazzling blue eyes gave no hint that the devils poison had touched her. By the look of her you knew she was innocent and more pure than the angels themselves. However, not everything pure lasts. She became more distant and her blue eyes no longer dazzling.
She hid from her parents and snuck out at night, her clothes showed more and more skin and her laughs became forced as she lost who she once was.
This is the story of Aria Cambridge.
