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DUST. LIGHTS. SHADOWS.

"It" was a "she", a well-dressed "she".

I felt her so real,

my heart was pounding.

Following me, no one could see her,

still everyone could feel it.

Thought it was a ghost.

Not knowing whether it was a good one,

or a bad one.

Trying to hide,

trying to scape.

RUNNING. HIDING. SILENT.

My heart's still pounding.

She spoke with my sister,

making me feel she was not angel anymore,

but a demon.

She said a name,

a guy's name.

A name she was not supposed to know.

How could she?

A RED LIGHT. A SPARKLE. A BODY.

She left a feather,

of one of her wings.

I felt protected,

watched-over.

I knew everything was going to be ok.

I opened my eyes,

see my mother.

She found the feather.

But now, my angel doesn't have to hide.

She is real, and I love her.

Blink.

FEATHER.

Blink.

FACE.

Blink.

AN ANGEL.