Adrian
" What do you want me to call you then, blue-eyed angel?"
She glared, her eyes fuming from my sarcasm as she yelled.
" I have a damn name, call me by my name."
" Blue angel, it is. " I mocked her again, getting a glare in return from her.
It surprised me that even with the little amount of energy she had in her body, she still managed to walk so far. She looked too weak to even lift a finger. With her disheveled hair around her pretty face, her clothes torn here and there, scraped knees and palms and a bloody left hand, she looked almost beautifully broken, like a piece of glass that could shatter to pieces with just the slightest amount of pressure.
The screams and cries that echoed in the forest led me to her and I almost feared that I wouldn't be able to save her from what
