She was standing in front of me, perfect as always as I watched her hair moving with the wind, as if it was imitating the moves of sea grass in the ocean.
Hardly anyone could see her differently. She always seemed flawless. Everybody who has ever met her thought of the possibility of her being and angel at least once. But I know she isn't.
Her blond hair was glimmering under the sun as if it was dusted with beams of sun. Her dark eyes, changing its color with every twinkle of light just added to her mysterious demeanor.
She was unconditionally and masterfully perfect.
Thoroughly styled blonde curls encircling her body looked as if they wanted to protect her from the wind.
Despite the fact that her face didn't have a single drop of makeup on it, she looked natural and spotless. Standing on the railing of a bridge without a hint of fear.
Her beauty wasn't the only thing differing her from everyone else. Another tiny thing was different about her.
Her wings. Huge, mighty, black wings, which could carry her anywhere she wished to go.
Yet she was still standing here. With me.
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Wynter's shadow (English version)
Teen FictionAshton Moore lives a normal life. He's 18, attends high school and his life is unusually usual. But his life changes, when he falls in love for the first time. With a girl that's so beautiful it should be considered a sin, with a girl that's complet...
