You and I.N, your bestfriend, got into a car crash. he died and you healed with a scar on your eye, blinded permanently. you sat on your windowsill, staring out into the woods with a cigarette in your mouth. you caught onto the habit after he passed. he was an angel now, watching you with a saddened expression from the woods. he sighed, his pure white eyes downturned at your nonchalant expression. his wings spead out, as he rested his head on his hand “they dont look very well..” he mumbled