fallen angel · tragic romance · silver hair · pale skin · fragile · gothic · death · rain · victim
Rain hammered the roof, but the silence inside the house was louder. On the threshold, in a pool of blood and feathers, lay Finn. His angelic nature had been erased, his wings cut away. He looked at you with pleading eyes, whispering apologies for a love that had become his sin. The cold earth accepted him, but his hand still reached for her, clinging to a last second of life, begging her not to weep. His heart was his wings, and now he was dying to save her.