It was a late night. The streets of the city were empty. It was raining heavily so no one had a reason to go out in that kind of weather.
It was a thick dark in that place. Every window was closed and there was only one lamppost to light up that place. It wasn't enough.
Everyone was sleeping, but a fifteen - years old girl. Her name was Love. For her it felt like she been living like that for ever.
She couldn't remember much from her childhood. Everything was so blurry inside her mind when it came to that part of her life.
Love didn't have a normal teenage time either. It was all because of those damn wings. Why did she have those things behind her back??? She didn't need them at all.
Sometimes when Love was angry, she would put all the rage on those wings. She would try to rip them off of her body, but she never could do that.
Love lived all alone in a big white house. She was starting to hate that color. That was because of a simple fact. Her wings were white.
The house was so big that in there could easily live one of those big families with 5 or more members. Love didn't need all that big house, but she had no where else to go.
The house had two floors. In the first, were the kitchen and the living room. In the second were her bedroom and a couple of more room that were never used.
Love's room was big too. It had a bathroom, so you can easily say that the room was completed with every thing.
Inside of that room Love had everything she needed. She had a big plazma TV, some book shelters where she kept her books and notebooks, a computer and a huge wardrobe.
In the midnight Love was the only one awake. She lived pretty much like a vampire, even though she wasn't one. She wished that she could do most of the ordinary things late at night, like shopping for example.
No one could blame her. Every time she went out, people would start staring at her. It was all because of those wings.
In the sun light, those wings would start shining like they were made out of diamonds.
In the rain Love couldn't go out. Her wings would get very wet and very heavy for her to keep.
Love couldn't go out in the snow either. She would get too weak because of the cold and the wind.
The night was her favorite time. There were a few people out, late at night, and usually they were too drunk to notice her.
Love never had a normal life like all the other girls. She didn't go to school and she never had a boyfriend. There was no boy in this earth who could fall for a tall, slim girl with huge wings behind her.
Love felt so alone on her daily routine. She always wakes up in afternoon. It doesn't take long before the dark falls. Then she starts her life. She sits in front of the window and writes different things in her notebooks or reads some good books while watching random people walking by.
That's what Love was doing that evening, when suddenly she heard a knock on the door. Who could it be??? It's true that she had blurry memories, but they were still clear enough for her to know that no one had ever knocked on her door before during all those years.
Why now??? In a moment Love thought that was only just someone who was knocking in wrong door, but soon she was sure that someone was knocking on her door, for her.
Love didn't know what to do. A part of her wanted to open that door, the other didn't want the same thing.
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