A young woman stands on the edge of a towers balcony. Two wings full of white pristine feathers sprout from her back, ripping two holes in the back of her light pink gown. She slips off her flats and places them behind her.
Shivering from the cold, she looks down. Quite a fall if anything were to go wrong in her escape plan.
Her skin looked like porcelain and she looked like a doll. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a plait. With her wings one might compare her to an angel, she looked angelic, innocent and pure.
Closing her eyes, she steps off of the balcony. The white angel-like wing lift her up and she was flying. A gold, glitter like mist surrounds her. Then in a blink of an eye she was gone
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短篇故事Hey do you like stories , well you might like mine. These are a collection of short stories I have made including some with my favourite character/ universes or based off of other stories I have read. Enjoy hunnies x A/n: I won't probably return to...
