Heaven has been torn apart and all of the angels fell, locked out of heaven forever until further notice. Some died during the fall, and some lived, you being one of the living. You've been through some things, it's hurt you and made not want to trust anybody, not even the closest of friends/family. You didn't know how it all happened.
Walking along a highway bridge covering myself with my big coat, and my hood. It's cold and close to nightfall but that's when I like to walk most, not expecting anything to happen that day. The boy was I wrong, during the fall you were awake so once you hit the ground you went unconscious, sighing softly and looking so I see my breath, as I look I see you from the corner of my eye. You aren't too far away so I can tell you have wings and you're a little covered in blood, quickly running down the sidewalk of the bridge and down the hill towards you, when I arrive I see that you don't have any cuts or anything not knowing it was someone else's blood, your wings were dirty and bloody as well. Thinking to myself I take off my coat and places it over you, not sure of what to do next because I couldn't carry you. "Come on Onella. Think.." *I nod and tries to wake you, I place my hand on your cheek and you quickly grab it holding it tight, I yelp and look at you that's when you.
