A girl in black lay silently in the snow; unmoving. Her chest raised and fell , but still she did not flinch. The frost nipped hungrily at her bare skin, but she did not care. Snow fell upon her, softly landing on her face and burning her lungs. Men and women, strangers at the most glanced worriedly at her, but she did not notice. The once sweet taste of his lips was a bitter touch to her now.

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

Memories flashed by her, the glorious days when they were together. She felt tears swim in her eyes, escaping on by one and sliding down her face delicately. Her bottom lip wavered, but she did her best to ignore it. Her blank eyes were hot and red with those little droplets of water, that did not falter their streams. Numb hands crunched powdery snow, depriving her of feel.

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

Her dark hair was sprawled out under her head. Her image represented that f a dying angel, withering away with each gust of wind. Her chocolate brown gaze flickered, to the dark eyes of a boy in white. She felt the warmth of his body as he lay down beside her, clutching her hand gently. "Valkyrie..." he breathed, turning his head towards her. Still, she did not move.

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

The girl in black ripped of her emotions. The boy in white floating in hope. She had, had enough of drowning in her own sorrows. Staggering onto her feet, she left the boy in white. The boy stared after her, and then fell back into the snow.

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

The girl in black danced gracefully in the trees, tearing off her jacket and letting it drop. She ran freely, never to return to her life.

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside

The boy in white lay still in the snow. Staring blankly at the shape of the girl, he pleaded for her return. He was not so lucky. With a deep, meaningful sigh, he kissed the pain away and vanished.

For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die


Yes, yes, not exactly a tight fit.

I know, Valkyrie is not from Russia.

Neither is she a prostitute.

But, in my way this is how it is viewed on Valkyrie's situation.

She turns to drugs for comfort. It tells us, she is losing her attraction to the addictions, but Fletcher still loves her. 'Angels to die' indicates, that yes, she does die in the end.

I am a Fletchyrie fan, but didn't want to write too much fluff about ValxFletch.

More to come!

~ Skylar Destin