They call her an angel. But angels aren't supposed to have scars. They aren't supposed to break. Seventeen-year-old Aria has learned to survive in a world that keeps trying to shatter her. She hides behind long sleeves and fake smiles, fighting battles no one else can see. Days blur into nights, and sometimes weeks pass before she feels the sun on her skin. Food tastes like guilt. Silence feels safer than words. But even angels can be damaged. And even broken wings can learn to fly again Warning -self harming -kinda depressing -🚫🌶️ -a bit of eating disorder
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