Life is not perfect, nor is it predictable, so how does one live her life when perfection and predictability are the cause of a war inside her head? How can she cope when a world she carefully constructed has flaws that not even she predicted? In a world of bias, fear, control, and regret, is there a happily ever after for a human being that is the closest thing to a Guardian Angel that anyone she meets has ever seen? Even an angel's wings are stained with memories that haunt her... But will she ever fly with all the burdens that weigh her down?