I know, I know, I tình yêu bạn too.
The ngọc lục bảo eyes opened, eyelashes coated with ashes. Skin cold to touch, and scars that she had claimed from her confidence and fear alike. Her wings were shed, ripped away, burnt off her sacred body. Her innocent mind was not innocent, and it filled with memories that scarred her. Slowly, and painfully, the hero arose from the ash. ngọc lục bảo eyes widened as memories flashed through her mind.
I screamed in my head. I screamed in pain, and I grew weak, falling to my knees. It hurts so much, God I just want it to stop! Stop! Please! Stop! I gave up, snapping out my wings. I pushed down as hard as I could. With all my strength, I burst through the roof, into the cold, and soothing snow. My wings were on fire, and they turned to ash quickly. I fell to the ground, crying out of pain, fear, and feelings I didn't understand. I laid there, crying, the snow covering my burns and soothing them...
Cries of pain - physical and mental - filled the air, as she fell to her hands and knees. Her lungs pulled in air, and wisped it out quickly. Pain filled her body with every breath, but she was determined. She had to stop herself as she coughed ash out of the very bottom of her lungs.
"I'm..." She whispered slowly.
"Not.." thêm pain coursed through the body of the young girl.