Slow sliding movements along your back. A short sigh filled with sadness and surprise. The man who stood behind you carefully traced your scars on your velvet-smooth back with his fingertips. You stood, slightly lowering your evening dress. Your eyes were directed at the wall because you did not want to see his gaze. You were afraid. What if he leaves after seeing your mutilated body?

But Horangi did not share your thoughts. He wanted to cry from the pain he saw on your back. Soul. After such a discovery of you from the other side, from its darker part, he only wanted to protect you more.

"Your wings... wings filled with the joy that I loved in you... they are gone." These words, directed into the void, hurt you greatly. Of course, showing an eternal smile, you were constantly silent about what was inside you. And how could you, if He always called you an angel, although it turns out you were not one.