Literature
Returning to Ash
She passed her hand over the diaphanous dress and her lips curled in an innocent, childish smile. She raised her gaze, and her eyes sparkled of happiness and worries, which represented the deep sea blue from her gaze. Tears fell on her pale cheeks, representing the world’s worries and of her own soul. She was smiling, but crying.
Inside her heart, there was a battle.
A honey lock of her hair touched her cheek, and made her shudder. A painful sigh escaped her lips. She was helpless, but, even so, she was fighting. Her wings have been cut, but her soul was still free. The demon was torturing her, but she keeps her faith. She was the las