Blue

Angels

The realisation she was looking at me was startling.
I hadn't said or done anything to catch her attention.
She didn't hear me, but she knew I was there, and what I was doing.

Was she like me?

Was she used used to the stares that she got when she walked down the street?

I was snatched, and placed back into my sped up reality as wings dived at me.

Maybe angels came in groups?

The outlandish thought didn't stop my swift reflexes from ducking.
My eyes were now transfixed on the ground where a lone feather stood on its end, spinning around with the dwindling wind until it lay down.
The feather was purple?
It's colour was less appealing as the short time went on.
It was dulled out by the murky water but it was definitely purple.
As it was first seen it reminded me of something...

Her.

I looked up, hoping to get a precious glance at the purple haired girl, but she had dissapeared.
Vanished into what seemed to be nowhere.
Was my mind playing games with me.
Had I been blessed with an image of stunning beauty of my own intention.
Or was the purple haired girl really there.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, and my heart had decided what it wanted to do.
It wanted to rip apart my rib cage as all my senses went numb, there in the rain.

I glanced down upon the feather, it was now a dirty white colour.
The devilish rain must have washed it's colour away.

Devilish? Maybe I'd rather be at home afterall.

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Tell me your thoughts.

What do you want?

Should I release more?

What should I fix?