Author's Note

The wind was bleak and bitter. The atomosphere was dim and somber. Her heart was isolated and reclusive. She was alone. That was, Until he came. He was an outcasted angel.His wings were constructed of all the galaxy's oceans: His feathers splashed with hues of cerulean and turquoise. He brought warmth and spirit to the girl: light into her world for the longest time...

But he was only wearing a mask...

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