Wings

     When I first met her. I saw her in the mirror. Surrounded by lots of other people. Then I would see her sitting motionlessly in a corner. With a smile. Wings stretched out as if she's going to take flight. Other times I would see her laughing. A very unique laugh some people would say. Wings folded, not wanting to leave this happy moment. If I'm lucky, I would see her sitting in the shadows, fading. Dark brown eyes emotionless. Wings flapping wanting to fly away. Those are the times I could see her true self. The little angel. Not wanting to go. But wanting to leave and fly somewhere far away at the same time. Wanting to find a place where she could truly embrace the warmth and not having to worry about the coldness around her. A place where coldness wouldn't even exist. She would fight for it. That place. But she just doesn't know how. How to fight for it. She would flap her wings had, trying to blow away unwanted emotions in the air. but she can never fly. She realized her wings were clipped. She can't go. So sometimes, she would lay there. Staring off into space. All emotions covered by the darkness of her eyes. Tortured by everything, she would hate. But she can't hate. She wants to love. But it's not worth it anymore. Not that it even existed anyways. She was hurt. By nothing. Angry. With no one to be anger at. Laugh. With nothing to laugh about. The pain, caused the wings to be clipped. A bird without freedom. Though she's not caged.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Trealmon]

There are some grammar mistakes, but then again, I'm not a grammar professor. I noticed some spelling errors as well, but they are minor mistakes that anyone could have made. There is a quite possibility to branch off with this story. So far so good; I hope to see more of your writing very soon. Oh yea, I almost forgot, you can combine some of your sentences near the beginning.