A grey feather fell atop your hand as you gripped the balustrade of a bridge. Glancing up towards the heavens with a puzzled expression, you caught glimpse of a bolt- a bolt of... plumes. Your plans of going over the edge and ultimately ending your life vanished the second an angel landed beside you with a blaring thump. Albeit his wings were grey and he didn't seem to have a halo, he.. used to be an angel nonetheless "For fuck's sake.." He groaned in vexation "What are you glaring at?"