Tear of the Angels: Episode IISakeme had her stocking legs dangling over the aqueduct wall and stared up to the sky. Koui was lying back on the grass beside her a few feet away, his leg also dangling over the side as well. The afternoon had come and they hadn’t spoken since the schoolyard. She asked him to come with her and she decided to stop here and he didn’t know why.Tear of the Angels: Episode II
Sakeme started to whistle a small melody. Koui’s eyes widened. He had heard it once before. He looked to her, her white hair blowing in the slight wind of the day. Her blue blouse and skirt of her uniform blew along also, but her red bow stayed motionless. He realized she was holding it. He
Tear of the Angels: Episode IHer eyes were pressed against her knees. Streams of crystal water dribbled down them. She could hardly keep herself from falling to her side. Only her crippled white wings kept her sitting up right. They drooped to her sides, ruffling the feather against the pavement of a street alley.Tear of the Angels: Episode I
Her father, the man that banished her from the heavens, must be satisfied. He now held the power, the power that should have been for her. Her grandfather knew that his son would control with a wicked hand, but she was too young and powerless to stop him from taking the scepter. If only she was older.
She continued to cry as the rain b
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I looked at him.
He looked at me.
And then I punched him in the face.
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