She stood before everyone with her wings spread wide. No one would disagree that her soul was the purest and her beauty was deeper than her skin.
Tears of blood streamed out of her pale blue eyes that glistened in the falling sunlight. Her tunic of the finest white silk was now torn almost exposing her large breasts and baby soft milky white stomach. Her arms were ripped up to allow her fresh blood drip down and further stain her tunic. The crowd stared waiting for her next move. Her weeping became louder and pierced the ears of the on-lookers. She threw her arms up and started to rip at her precious wings. Feathers flew every which way as she screeched in extreme pain. Blood splashed everywhere and stained her tunic completely along with her face and body. She ran toward the cliff and leaped off without looking back. Someone ran after her but stopped at the ledge.
“I was too damn late… I loved you, seraph.. I loved you, beautiful one… I’m so sorry I was afraid… You are so brave…” he whispered with tears falling wildly down his face. The crowd watched in shock, not totally understanding what just happened. Some bursted out in tears, others tried to hide it. All they knew is they had lost the only true soul ever to touch the soil of earth…