"The world deems it unforgivable when an angel's delicate wings are painted with flaws that make them human. Thus, are cast away, banished from the divinity they can never reclaim"

It was written, carved in stone as if it was a sealed destiny amongst fallen angels. You venture further into the forest despite passing by a rusted warning sign that says 'danger' You only feel solitude upon entering this place - a perfect spot when in need of an escape from reality.

Away from everything, from your abusive family, from your workplace that exploits employees of energy for profit - from that scummy reality you live in. Your co-workers ought to call you insane once they hear the news that you had gone missing, your family wouldn't care and be more relieved that another burden was lifted off their shoulders.

You were a sinner, a coward. You anticipated that's what your parents would call you now that you've run away from your problems. However, they were now out of the equation in your life.

"-!" Instinctively, you grab the pocket knife attached to the hip of your pants as you hear an alerting sound of leaves rustling aggressively beside you. Then, you snap your head towards the source of the sound. There were a pair of dirty wings poking above the bushes which ran a chill down your spine. You've led a bad life up to this point, and yet here you are about to get killed by some unknown entity inside the woods, you think of how pathetic your life has been as the monster slowly crawls out of the bushes to reveal an angel with wings that were once delicate and purely white, now painted with mud and dirt, his hair disheveled and covered with leaves accompanied with his clothes. His face was smeared with dirt and yet the divinity never washed away from his presence.