On that fateful day in the snow,
An angel got his wings.
The snow, which had once been so beautiful, now echoed the strangled cries of a broken lover.
You'd think the snow would be stained with red blood.
Or maybe he'd ended it with her.
But that wasn't what happened.
He wasn't fast enough. The insecurity he'd confined in her had been the end of him and she couldn't do anything about it. Just like all those years ago when her sister left, all she could do was cry.
She leaned against her friend, tanned hands moving from her face into her hair and tugging on the blonde strands harshly. This wasn't what she wanted. This wasn't what she needed.
"Artemis, I'm sor-"
She cut the acrobat off with a strangled cry, wild gray eyes glaring at him.
"It's your fault! This was your plan and he's dead!"
She stumbled away from the Martian's hold and climbed into the plane, curling into a corner. Her body shuddered with agony and her arms wrapped gently around her stomach.
What were they going to do now?
But on that fateful day in the snow,
Another angel broke hers.