She walked during the winter. Her worn traveling boots bit sharply through the snow. The frosty air stung her cheeks and the wind whipped her hair wildly about, so that a stranger may have viewed her as a strange angel descended from heaven, with a halo of braids instead of gold.
This was how he saw her, from afar, half starved and already hallucinating. He blinked to clear the illusion from his eyelids, but the distinct colors boldened and grew clearer. He separated oil from water and approached the pure angel, with her wreath of the wrong color.
When they met at the middle of the path a beautiful explosion occurred. He thought stars were erupting in front of his eyes; she was hurled by an unseen force in his direction. But the others knew it was actually comprised of certain chemicals delicately mixed together, reacting in silence.
He awoke and saw a white ceiling with many cracks, some shaped like rabbits and others shaped like angels, and then a smiling blonde face sitting across from the bed.
She awoke and saw real angels.
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more things that prove my inability to write anything long, interesting, or sense-making. :P again characters are pretty easyy to guess. i'm sure you know that it has nothing to do with faith at all