"Milana, you're an angel..." whispered Harry, gently wiping her tears from her face as another window smashed behind them; a faint smile grew across Milanas face. "Don't call me, ... angel," she gently whispered back, moving his soft hair aside from his ear, holding something behind his back. ... A constant war is going on around Milana, but which is more dangerous, the war around her... or the one in her head? STARTED: November 2019 FINISHED: -All Rights Reserved