The Essence of Angel.

“Forgive me little angel,” he says to the tired form of a girl.  She glowed, crumpled on the hill as he sat next to her.  With arms and legs crossed and her head tipped back slightly, her blue eyes saw nothing.  Her wings were shredded.  He prepared to take her essence, but found he couldn’t.

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