Introduction

She stepped lightly as if her bones were made of glass. Her eyes dropped slightly when bad thoughts would rush in fast. And her mouth dripped poison that cut harshly like a slash. Someone made of gentleness, and hatred with beauty and rage.
My Seraphina was not from heaven, not even close. But when I saw her with pink tinted cheeks, and those glassy eyes- I swore she cried tears of an Angel.