FORNEUS "SLATE" FURTUR
There are a million thoughts running inside my head as blood pools around my little angel, who threw himself just to save me, a worthless, son of a b***h demon. His head is resting on my lap, eyes shut softly and lips slightly parted. His face has been stained with tears, and yet he still looks stunning beautiful. I could just watch him, pretend that he's just asleep but reality keeps me in check, keeps hitting me right in the guy and it's telling me that what happened is real and not just a figment of my imagination – Adrian really risked his life for me.
His wings – one pair has turned to a color of ash just like mine, and the other one remains white – are drenched with his own blood, clinging into him and the more I stare at it, the more I want to puke. I never
