Wings

He picked up his guitar. He stared at me with passionate eyes, “ I love you, Maryah. This is for you... " he began strumming a few chords from my favorite song. He began to sing... ` White lips, pale face, breathing in the snow flakes... ´

This is the story of Maryah Skye and how she came to love a fallen angel by the name of James. Will there love stay strong? or will it crumble and fall...

This is my first wattpad story so if you don't like it, why are you still reading it? If you like it, comment, vote and tell your friends!

Thank you,

~emsterella