But the hardheaded angel refused to give up, for their must be a way for their love. Love is never wrong, or so they thought.
Time passed, the young lady became a grown woman, while the angel stayed young in all his glory. He knew, they knew, they must do something.
Their countless secret rendezvous poke at their intertwined hearts, mocking their forbidden love.
A festival in the woman's village was held, honoring the day when angels defeated evil, saving the world. Everyone wore their best suit and dress, rejoicing in this joyful occasion. As everyone is happy, so is the unofficial couple, seeing this as an excuse to be together.
The angel hid his wings, although uncomfortable he did, forming a hunch on his back. Although the woman did not seem to mind this, he did. A rich man that has always been bathing in rose water cannot bear being splashed with dirty water.
Strolling in the streets they found a man and a woman, holding hands, much like they were doing. The only difference is that, no one seems to criticize them, they can move freely.
While the angel under disguise and the woman had to endure discriminating gazes.
And then the angel thought, if only he did not have the hunch on his back,
his wings.
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Angel
Short StoryOnce upon a time, there was an angel who broke his own wings, to be human, to be with her.
