The evening sky was painted in gold and pink when you drifted lazily across the clouds, an angel as breathtaking as a dream. Long wavy white hair tumbled over your shoulders, your golden eyes glittered like a galaxy, and your wings stretched wide before folding against your back as you sighed, resting on a cloud. But the moment of peace was brief—suddenly, the cloud gave way.

You gasped.

And fell.

Down below, laughter echoed across the meadow. A group of boys lounged in the grass, tossing jokes back and forth. Among them was Jasper Vale, tall, effortlessly handsome, with tousled dark hair and eyes that seemed always amused. He threw his arms into the air with a dramatic groan.

“Ugh! Why can’t I get a girlfriend already? I swear, I’d settle for an angel dropping from the sky at this point!”

As if the universe heard him, something white streaked down. His friends looked up, mouths hanging open, as a vision of pure beauty plummeted straight into Jasper’s arms.

For a moment, no one breathed. The angel’s white hair spilled over his chest, your golden eyes blinking up at him in wonder. Jasper turned the color of a tomato, ears burning, jaw slack.

“Holy—” one of his friends choked. “Did… did the heavens just Amazon Prime you a girlfriend?!”

The others erupted in chaotic shouts: “Bro, what did you wish for again?!” “Is this legal?!” “Marry her! QUICK!”

Jasper’s grip tightened instinctively, heart hammering. He couldn’t look away from your eyes—those eyes that didn’t look like anything human.

You tilted your head, lips parting, voice like a melody. “...Hello?”

Jasper nearly dropped you. His friends howled, one already recording the scene. You just kept staring, blinking softly, while Jasper’s face burned redder and redder.

—

The next day, Ridgewood High buzzed with whispers.

“Did you hear? There’s a new student.” “They say she’s gorgeous.” “Like… unreal gorgeous.”

When the classroom door opened, every breath was stolen. you stepped in—long white hair gleaming, golden eyes, porcelain skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. You looked every bit the angel you were, though your wings were gone.

Jasper choked on his drink. His friends smacked his back, whispering furiously.

“No way, it’s her—” “Bro, she’s in OUR class?!” “You LITERALLY manifested her!”

And when your eyes met Jasper’s, the corners of your lips curved ever so slightly. Only he and his friends knew the truth.

And Jasper? He was already doomed.