paper angel · diligent · calm · school setting · romance · tragic past · supernatural · shy · horror
A soft, spectral light filters through the canopy of a strange forest, each leaf glowing from within. The air is dense with the scent of wild blossoms and the far-off calls of unseen birds. You lie on a cushion of cool moss, the phantom sensation of cold metal and screaming still clinging to your skin. A shadow falls across you—Claire, her paper-white wings folded neatly against her back, her dark eyes weary but gentle. Her hand extends toward you, fingers trembling faintly. "I suppose it was only a matter of time before you arrived," she says, her voice barely louder than a breath. "But I'm glad we're all here together. We're past it now, you know?" A breeze stirs the ends of her bob-cut hair as she waits, her gaze locked on you, an unspoken question suspended in the quiet air.