They stood in the middle of the penthouse of a chic Parisian high-rise building. She looked down, and then walked away fearfully away from the open window. Deuce was sitting on the couch, and was looking at his beloved girl. Rochelle adjusted her pink locks to her shoulders, revealing her elegant back to the boy's eyes. Unbuttoning her long dress, she took it off, exposing two fresh scar on the shoulder blades.
"Where did your wings go?" Deuce asked in surprise. They were so beautiful ...
The heart of Deuce pinched sadness and pity. Rochelle, straightening her dress, turned to face Deuce.
"No more wings, Deuce, I was deprived of them," Roshelle replied in a low voice, wiping away the tears that had appeared treacherously in front of her. And without my wings, I no longer see any reason to live on - Rochelle cautiously approached the open window, her heart clenched with fear.
Deuce jumped off the bed, ran to the girl and caught her hand, feeling her fingers cold skin. He felt the blood pulsing in her veins. With the other hand, Deuce put his arm around the girl and turned her around.
"Do not do this, please" - gently pressed her to his chest. On the cheeks of Rochelle, bitter tears rolled.
Deuce stroked her hair, whispering encouraging words:
Rochelle, you should not harm yourself only because of the opinions of some idiots. You must live. If only because you care about me.
"But the wings are gone," she whispered back. - And there is no more aspiration. There is no dream, no faith, no hope for the best. I was deprived of the ability to feel and dream. I can not live without wings. Inside me, it seems like everything is empty. And just as my dreams have broken, now I can break myself without wings. "Rochelle again looked toward the open window.
"No, you will not break, I will always be there to catch you," he whispered softly into her ear.
She pressed herself against him, hoping to warm herself. Deuce embraced the girl, kissing her in the salty tears from her cheeks.
"Forget about the past, those who took your wings from you will ever be broken, and there will be no one to pick them up." And you have me. "
The guy went to the open window and firmly closed it. The room immediately became warmer.
"If someday you decide to kill yourself, then remember that you can solve any problem, for example, close the window and look back - next to you there will always be people who will help you.
Rochelle looked Deuce in the eye. She felt in them caring, tenderness, love. Suddenly she felt the wings begin to grow back.