Wings Of The Fallen Angel

nating from her eyelids felt like a gentle flame, warming her skin. As

a vast expanse of emptiness. She felt suspended

form. Her hands tenderly going to touch t

e the same, like what was be

d within her. Wh

oothing melody floated on the air, like a gentl

voice was familiar, like a

ther

her to the spot. She struggled and wriggled and whimpered as a deep-seated

oice spoke again, " I am sorry. " it was laced with a hint

e halted and solely focus

e. You will achieve your destiny, no matter the

cent of the agony she had felt when the halo was torn from her. The soothing voice transfo

eater than any pain, greater than any loss, A

ed out, as her sens

rned black with each passing moment and