Beneath

Heven and Hell #3.5 Where I came from everything is perfect. Everything is beautiful and predictable. Life isn’t measured by days, but by infinite joy that never ends. But it did. When I fell in love with a man who was perfectly imperfect. The price for forbidden affection was steep and my beautiful white wings withered and died around me. I was fallen. I am fallen. Years have passed, and I’ve learned the true meaning of time. I’ve learned to build a wall around myself and exist alone. Yet, when he looks at me… the heart beneath my armor trembles. But I must remember. I must remember that I might not have anything left to lose, but he certainly does. And risking him is something I won’t do. So I lock my feelings where they belong. Beneath.