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king myself out of doing this, but with each passing mile this coach takes, I travel further away from my Mother's tight

el-

ping centres that housed name brands and pricey restaurants, all with ample parking and valeting. Even the expensive houses with perfectly trimmed hedges and mowed lawns gated proudly

f I had not seen lights on and people sat out in what I guessed was the beer gardens, I would have assumed somebody had abandoned them. I had yet to reach the central part of town when I decided, as I s

with high cheekbones, flawless skin, and eyes as blue as the ocean, all framed by perfect blonde hair, the colour of

curls, bouncy, wild, and free. My face lacked the high cheekbones or strong jaw; it was simply forgettable with its pasty skin and freckled complexion. Al

from the window; it was just ano

am

and have spent years hiding from it. My Mother, the beautiful Grace – the angel of goodness! She is pure, sens

Heaven and Hell as the Fallen Angel of Darkness and Evil; his only care rests on his love for deat

an she loved, refused to speak of him with me. Only sharing th

ing her warnings. I have spent the last year travelling from town to town searching for answers, watching

er than to make myself known; I always kept to the shadows. Lurking in the dark spot in their vision in hopes that one day soon, the

I don't know; I just know seeing him is what I need to do. Am I an angel of light or dark? And what does my futur

ons

art of town; houses lined the cobbled paths, each completely different as if ind

case from underneath. Not a picket fence in sight; it was utterly unique. My crimson locks stuc

l my case from the storage compartment; his sunken eyes me

few stops if you like. I am going that way anyway." His

ant to be!" I explained, my voice

. I hope you make it out alive!" He shrugged and plodded back

er my shoulder, and walked along the cobbled street, looking for the bed and breakfast I had booked. My case squeaked in protest at the cobbled pavements making m

nt to a crisp. Checking my phone for a signal only to throw it to the side of me in frustration when the battery

redom." I groaned, placing my head in

now whoever owned that voice would make my cheeks blush, so I ke

nglish?" The husky voice came again; I could sense the s

ark brown with flickers of gold tussled at the front and cut short around the sides. His perfectly angular jaw locked in a smug smirk, but his eyes were by far

weaty mess, not forgetting the scarlet cheeks that screamed innocence. I watched as his lips twitched, mirroring the a

my plan all along to travel nine h

g a perfectly shaped brow, his

f my eyes which seemed to force the smi

ge of its dated and broken screen. Turning my head slowly to stare at him, the blush returning to my cheeks. I glared at him; his eyes locked on mine, completely emotio

ue as to what was going on in his head. Pushing the connection into his mind on

er, all responded differently. But never was I kicked back out of someone's mind. Without another word, I stood abruptly, grabbing

owledge to myself. Spinning around, refusing to look at him, instead focusing elsewher

o how do you know I'm going the wrong way?" Tilting my head t

osite direction to where I was walking. The smile quickly faded fro

smug grin plastered on your handsome face while I walk ar

ed pretentiously, getting to his

ng!" I growled, frustrat

looked to the bench and then to him, deciding I