۶ৎ soft curls & softer hearts ۶ৎ ♰ soft curls cascading like chocolate silk down her shoulders, plump lips that held secrets sweeter than honey, and long lashes that brushed against creamy skin-she looked every bit the angel they claimed her to be. ♰ He was the storm she prayed for. The sin she wore like silk. The prayer she whispered with trembling hands and a heart too heavy for heaven. Not all angels are meant to fly. Some are meant to fall- right into his arms.