Virginia killed the angel because it only caused her a bigger struggle and wanted her to change.
The pain has lessened only marginally, but at least I am no longer screaming. I reach behind me and feel the last feathers attached to the stumps of my wings, and I start panicking as the reality sinks in. My wings are gone. They took my wings.
Broken - Oscuras y Negras Almas: Ángeles Caídos 88
-E hai anche un buon profumo- aggiunse. -Si chiama doccia-. Avevo lo sguardo fisso avanti a me. Vedendo che non replicava, mi voltai e dissi: -Sapone. Shampoo. Acqua Calda. -Nudi. Conosco la procedura. Patch&Nora
Sometimes those friends cannot see....blind to the pain? Or sick of it? I'll drop my life to make theirs better....but who will save me?
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