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  …..

  I really did fall in love with that girl.

  Her nails were always painted purple—deep, mesmerizing, like twilight frozen at her fingertips.

  One night, on a whim, I slipped into her dreams.

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  Just because.

  "Does that violet color mean something to you?" I asked, my voice drifting like a breeze through the dreamscape.

  She blinked at me, tilting her head, her answer as innocent as ever.

  "It’s just my favorite color, that’s all!"

  I fell for her again.

  But time is cruel.

  It moved forward, never stopping, never waiting.

  The veil I was meant to cast over her—the blessing that should have protected her—faltered.

  And time continued to march on.

  Eventually, the end crept closer.

  Everything has an ending, you know?

  Even her.

  Her people shunned her, called her a defect for rejecting evolution.

  She was the purest among them, yet… they cast her aside.

  Even her own family turned away.

  And then… she was gone.

  ...

  .....

  She took her own life.

  ...

  My form, this defective angel with black wings?

  It is her...

  .....

  "I regret it..."