Imagine yourself with wings, beautiful wings. You had always wanted to fly up in he sky and soar back down, to touch the water with your finger tips as you fly past, to touch the clouds and to fly into the moon.
You always wanted that, but now you have that, you don't want it to go away.
You had died, and came back to be an angel. But now, now you hear things. They can't see you, and your lonely. No one can see you or hear you, because your a fallen angel. Your dead. You hear there voices calling back to you. Saying for you I come back to them, they miss you. But, he just had to kill you. Luckily, that man is in jail thanks to you calling he police when you say he robber. Only, he had a gun and you had a life. Now, both of those things are gone, your life, your soul, his life and his gun. He's regretting what he did and you are regretting staying in the house.
You could have gone with them to the ice skating rink, but you didn't want to. They regret not making you come. There sorry, and your sorry. They can't see you and they can't feel your presence, but you watch over them with your "life". You love them because there family and you loved them, they still love you, there praying for you.
Your a fallen angel and your falling and falling, waiting for someone to notice you.
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Cerita PendekIn this story it's basically going to be short and it's like image yourself blah blah blah....you know what I mean. If you want to read go ahead.
