elissa83

You look at the man encased in the glass cage in front of you and gasp. He's beautiful and piercing. You place your hands against the cage and he continues to look forward, ignoring your presence. The...

"Darling," he croaks, "this may be our last date together." You look at him sadly and grab his hand. His face is pale and his hand cold, but you can't find it within yourself to let go. Blood oozes...

You glance at your wings in the mirror: fragile, beautiful, and most importantly, not yours. You've known since early puberty you were different from the typical crowd, and you recall your wingless...