The smile that curled on my lips was huge.
"You talk of them as if they are people." I shook my head, my smile being even more evident.
He looked at me, his beautiful grey eyes, that he had stolen from the sky glittering. He smiled then, the light...
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TW: Panic attack.
Chase's Pov:
The tragedy.
That was a genre in this story book life of mine that just seemed to keep slapping itself across my face.
I was already on patrol with Deimos to check if he was doing his job properly as he had only just been placed as the new section one commander, when a car at a rather scary speed accelerated towards us.
Both Deimos and I shared a look just before the jumping to the side to avoid getting run over and possibly dying in the process.
The car crashed into the side of the gates and came to and abrupt stop. Deimos had bought his gun out and pointed it towards the car, at the intruders.
The door swung open immediately and the one person I had least expected to ever see stumbled out of the car.
Angel Pierrta.
Those perfectly wavy curls of her tangled and in a hideous mess, her pink dress stained with mud and patched of red substances that I took a guess to be blood.
All of her makeup was smudged and smeared, her high heel shoes, the reason she had fallen over in the first place were broken by the heels and the straps were all ripped.
She looked nothing like herself and in that moment Angel Pierrta had never looked so much more beautiful to me.
I think though the thing that most took me was her expression. The fierce determination as she pushed herself back up and leant against the side of the car not even glancing at the gun that had been pointed in her direction.
It was like every single layer of Angel's protectiveness had been worn off, her makeup, her rude pompous attitude all wiped clean and i felt that this was the real Angel, under all of that, there was another person.
Those blue clear eyes of hers looking right through me.
For the first time in my life I had no witty joke or nothing stupid to say.
"Aria." She gasped.
That pushed back everything I had been thinking.
"What?" I asked her. Now more alert.
"Aria is in the car. You have to help her." She repeated more adamant. "Quickly!"
I cast a glance at the car and panic exploded through me. I yanked the door of the passenger seat open and gasped as i saw her.
My sister.
Her eyes barely opening as she looked back up at me, her green eyes barely making their way to mine.
