Beneath — Cambria Hebert

Heven and Hell #3.5
Where I came from everything is perfect. Everything is beautiful and predictable. Life isn't measured by days, but by infinite joy that never ends.
But it did.
When I fell in love with a man who was perfectly imperfect.
The price for forbidden affection was steep and my beautiful white wings withered and died around me.
I was fallen. I am fallen.
Years have passed, and I've learned the true meaning of time. I've learned to build a wall around myself and exist alone. Yet, when he looks at me… the heart beneath my armor trembles.
But I must remember.
I must remember that I might not have anything left to lose, but he certainly does. And risking him is something I won't do. So I lock my feelings where they belong.
Beneath.