shattered part two

i havent read it but um sorry if its weird cringe

   It was a warm summers evening, and I was aimlessly doodling in my notebook. I groaned as the vivid, neon pink ink from my gel pen smeared across the side of my shaking hand;and when I lowered the pen back to the paper it left a small little beauty mark on the cheek of the person I was drawing. Although I had never seen them before, they seemed so familiar to me. Their hair perfectly shaped their face, thin strands of their bangs messily falling above their browbone. His eyebrows were barely visible, and his captivating eyes put me in a trance. His ethereal beauty and purity could make any man, woman, or anything in between instantly fall in love. He was angelic--yet he was only a drawing. A figment of my imagination was now etched onto a sheet of the finest quality of sketchbook paper that I could find. I had spent 70 000 won on my sketchbook, and I always gently tore the pages out, treating them like delicate butterfly wings--beautiful , yet so fragile. I had my window cracked open since my mother never allowed anyone to turn on the AC, believing that it was a waste of money. I was lucky that it was only 80 degrees out, since it had rained last night.

    I stared at the empty house beside mine. My neighbors recently moved, and the new residents of the house were moving in today. one part of me dreaded meeting them. This isn't because I hate people or anything, I just have some social anxiety and I'm very awkward. Another part of me couldn't wait , all I had really cared about was the teen my age who was moving in. My parents had mentioned a boy my age who was moving in with his mom and step dad. That was all I really paid attention to while they were chatting, since all the guys at my school are jerks and I've been looking for somebody to crush on, as pathetic as it sounds.

   I'm broken from my thoughts as the sound of an engine approaches, and I stare out my window,  the arrival of my new neighbors making me excited, but for some reason I felt butterflies dancing around in my stomach, as if they were throwing a party. The feeling increased as the car and moving truck got closer -- yet it wasn't a nervous feeling at all. There was no tension or anything. I cursed under my breath as one word kept repeating in my head.

Mate. Weird, I must've gotten no sleep.

What? Why the hell is the voice in my head saying mate nonstop? This isn't some werewolf movie. I paused, facepalming. I nearly forgot that I was a WINGS, a type of angel. My wings were very gorgeous, and were my main source of.pride, mainly because they sparjker. For some reason, my wings had a light coat of.glitter on them-- and everyone assumed that I had put it on myself, but what they didn't know was that I had washed my wings and vacuumed them many times, but the glitter was Built into the soft, white feathers of my wings. Anyways, being a wings basically meant that I was an angel, but I had the privilege of living a normal life like an ordinary human. There was no war between demons and angels- both were at peace, contrary to what humans believed. Demons had wings too , which were strikingly beautiful and magnificent. There are very old myths that state how after the previous rivals. The king of demons and the queen of angels-- would be reincarnated one day, a couple-- one angel, one devil, who oddly both had glittery wing. It was a pointless myth, but rumor had it that they were immortal, but if they didn't kiss before both of them turned 18, they would lose their wings and be mortal. The worst part would be that whenever they touched, they lost more and more.of their lifespan. But I just shook my head. There was no way I'd have a mate.

  I had purposefully worn my most beautiful dress. It was a white silk slip dress which was fairly short, but not too revealing. I wore a glittery choker with it, sporting some white heels which were coated in a subtle coat of glitter. Falling just below my shoulders, my blonde hair was the exact opposite of a mess. I was never really full of myself, but damn did I look good. I had a light cost of mascara on, along with some lip gloss. My skin was naturally bronzed from me going to the beach many times during the summer, and my skin was finally clear, which was perfect, since I ran out of concealer. As I peered out my window, I shifted most of my weight into my elbow. Big mistake. The  young male exited the car, and my sketch flew out of the window, making me screech. I couldn't see the guys face, who I assumed was my age, but he sure did look hot from behind. The paper landed right at his feet. Oh, how cliche. I watched the boy,who sported a flowy gucci button up, ripped skinny jeans, and flipflops, as he slowly picked the paper up. Shit..shit.....shIT!! MY NAME AND ADDRESS WERE ON THE PAPER! I cursed my past self out, slapping myself a billion times. I looked back out the window, just in time to see him look up at me. His gaze ment mine.  I nearly choked then and there. I was stunned. So stunned that I didn't notice that my nose was bleeding, and that the voice in my head was practically screeching, MATE!!!! I was panicking. Yet I couldn't move. He was the stunning boy I had sketched. He was perfect. He had the same expression on his face as me. Shock. He was aghast, but his lips twitched into a small smile, and he shook his head. I snapped out of my daze, panicking as I realized how my nose had bled. How embarrassing!!!! I quickly fixed my makeup after cleaning my nose, nearly ripping my earring out as I brushed my hair. It had only been five minutes. I went back to my window, and the gorgeous boy was still standing there, but he quickly turned away as our eyes met, jogging to my front door. Fuck. What was I going to do???? My parents were out of.town, so I was the only one who could answer it. I heard a knock on my door, which made me Sprint downstairs, nearly faceplanting. I slowly unlocked the door opening it. I was met with the most gorgeous view. If I wasn't so self conscious, I'd be drooling.."Y-yes?" I whispered, voice nearly inaudible. I wasn't sure he heard me, so I repeated myself, voice shaky. I sounded so vulnerable, and I mentally slapped myself. The gorgeous boy snapped out of his thoughts, a smile creeping into his face as he showed me my sketch, raising an eyebrow in question l. "I-erm.. long story-- to put it simpmy--eh I uh don't even kn--" He laughed. It was music to my ears. Fuck. His voice.was.so enchanting. Everything about him was enchanting. I wanted to listen it his laugh all day. "You drew this? How'd you even know I existed?" .. "...I didn't..? I just drew. Tha-er-that was just some random sketch. It flew out my window!- I am so sorry opp-- sorry, what is your name?"