Soft, plush, warm, glorious.

I struggled to find the right words to describe what I felt, what I saw.

After the bright light had struck the room, I uncovered my eyes to find Jax standing over me on top of the bed.

Behind him, were forms of light, slowly dimming until the outline of wings began to shine through.

They were huge, the tips were bent forward from the roof pushing against them.

The feathers were pure white, with small dots of a dark brown piercing the down feathers.

They illuminated a soft glow as Jax stretched them outwards, almost knocking me straight off the bed.

"Sorry," He gave a sheepish look.

I didn't answer.

I stared at his wings, my eyes glued to their beauty.

The way they arched at the perfect angle, their soft glow, the way the dark brown and porcelain white contrasted against each other.

I gulped down a soft cry of joy.

Almost unwillingly, my hand began to reach for them.

I wanted to touch them, feel their soft embrace wrap around my arm and pull me in.

Jax watched as my hand found the tips of his wings.

At first, the softness was almost unbearable, as if they were made from a leathery velvet.

Then I got more courage and ran my fingers through the down feathers, feeling them.

The soft glow danced across my hand when I inched closer.

Jax winced and shuddered.

"Rena, that's enough," He ducked his wing away when he realized I had fallen into some trance.

I blinked.

"I apologize," I coughed, sitting back against the bed frame.

He nodded and tucked his wings in somewhat, making them fit in the room.

"They're beautiful, really," I dazed.

He smiled and shrugged, a shy blush blossoming on his face.

"Do they give any recognition to what I am?" He asked

I tried to remember what we were talking about previously.

I couldn't believe the thought that had popped into my mind.

First, he tells me I'm some un-human-thingy and now he's a…

"You're an angel?" I whispered.

He tilted his head, his gray eyes seemed to dilate.

"Almost. I have the aura of an angel, I guess you could say. I'm associated with all things that do with light and warmth, yet, I do not come from Heaven. I come from the sky."

I thought about his answer, still confused.

"Try not to think about it too hard, really," He noticed my confusion.

"How can I not think about it when you're dumping it onto me?" I hissed.

He glanced away.

"It's just that there's not many of us around here, only in Gia's capitol."

Many of us?

"What are we exactly?" I winced.

"Us? We're light aura's. If you lived on Earth like you said you did, then that would explain why you smell human. It would hide your true scent," He explained, turning his head in my direction once again.

He climbed off the bed and tucked his wings in.

I stared in astonishment and confusion before bending my arm backwards and feeling my shoulder blades for wings.

I found none.

I slumped back down.

"Don't sweat it, Rena. It's due to the fact that you haven't been around light aura's your whole life that you haven't unlocked your powers," Jax patted me lightly on the head.

His touch sent shivers crashing down my spine.

I nodded to him and choked back a lump forming in my throat.

I felt lonely.

I felt scared.

I felt desperate for answers.

Somehow, this stuff wasn't comfortable to hear.

I should be happy that I've found something to explain where I came from and how I appeared here.

But I wasn't.

I was more so appalled.

I was horrified at the idea of me being some angel.

I was distraught that Jax expected me to be some super hero when I just met him.

None of the pieces fit together in my puzzle.

I was the misfit.I didn't belong.

And someday, Jax would realize he couldn't trust me.