She sighs and pushes away the textbook, muttering under her breath about "stupid college."
It's pitch black out her window. She looks over at the time, 2:00 AM.
Her body aches and her back cracks as she sits up and pushes out of the desk in her room.
She walks into the kitchen for some tea, the fact that it's two in the morning doesn't faze her in the least. As the water warms she walks into her balcony.
She was glad that she was able to get an apartment instead of living in those stuffy dorms with some stranger.
Granted, it was a bit lonely here.
She notices that the stars are uber prominent out but she starts to shiver in the late chill. She rushes back inside for some fuzzy socks and a pullover.
Her teapot starts whistling so she goes back to the kitchen and pours it in her cup with her blueberry teabag.
She smiles as the water starts turning purple and the steam carries the scent to her delicately rounded nose.
She walks back to the balcony and grabs a blanket on the way. She likes to be warm.
As she gets out there, her fingers curl tighter around the cup, hungry for any warmth they can find.
She sighs, body relaxing when she sits on the chair conveniently placed on the deck. It was there before she moved in.
The silence is slowly torturing her mind considering she's been in it for hours upon hours.
She plays Ed Sheeran and softly sings along.
"You're not her, though I try to see you differently..."
She groans out as her cup empties and the music ends.
She's so bored. Her life holding no excitement other than the occasional man or woman who'll hit on her during her shift at the local Starbucks.
She just wants a stable relationship but apparently no one else fancies one with her.
All the dates she's been on were busts. They either wanted just sex or to use her for show to please their parents.
She glances into the sky asking aloud, "Why am I not enough?"
She shakes her head in disappointment as she realizes the sky would and could never possibly respond.
Then she hears a "pop" and she looks back up.
There's what seems to be a shooting star whizzing though the air. "Yikes," she thinks. "Maybe I misjudged the sky."
Humor. Her coping mechanism for everything sad in her life.
She turns to go back into her apartment but she hears a loud crash and feels dirt hit her back.
She spins back around and see's—no, what— is that, is that a person?
She throws on shoes and rushes down the steps of the building and outside to the back where she saw the maybe person.
She slowly approaches the lying form.
It's, oh my gosh... it's a girl. She appears to be eighteen at the youngest and she wears nothing.
This is real life not Man of Steel.
So then... how?
She see's a soft blue glow and strolls up to the woman's body. Her chest rising and falling with her breaths. The light was coming from the cut on her chin.
She takes out her phone and shines the flashlight.
Her breath is stopped in awe as she see's a huge black shadow of wings on the grass.
An... angel?
