I'd tried to say the last good bye but I just couldn't seem to move on.

Slim fingers were plastered to a damp, porcelain face. Transparent pearls rolled down her smooth skin, landing with soft 'plop, plops' on the dusty wooden floor, creating small circles of sorrow in the layers of grime. The feathery mass shifted a bit as a draft escaped into the dim room, ruffling the shadows on the walls and creating dancing ghosts across the room.

The fallen angel looked up from her hands, staring into the droplets on her plams.

Staring at the crimson teardrops that stained her, staring at the sin that tainted her pure, white light to a pitch black crow.

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Happy happy day. Love die my compos and I'm aiming to write a book. Go me ;D Oh, oh, oh. Jiayou jiayou and JIAYOU to everybody for ANY upcoming exams. Work hard now, and play harder later. Just like what the girl at mac said today ;D

But in the end, I'd got you outta my life.