Wei

Greeting

Night. The body, which was flying at an incredible speed, landed unsuccessfully, having torn the already useless body and having fallen painfully to the ground. He came to when the clouds had already gathered in the sky and it was starting to thunder. He had no strength at all, that he could have died from blood poisoning, but he was not going to give up so easily. Having risen from the ground, one can consider the fallen angel, taking strength from somewhere, began to walk between the trees, looking for some kind of civilization. The first time lightning struck him, when the angel tried to fly over the trees. He decided not to do that, because the next flight would be the last. The second strike was when he finally came out of the forest belt into a small field. As soon as he saw houses in the distance, a second bolt of lightning flew at him, this time stronger than the first. He thought that he would die here, and he also saw that his heart was working, although very weakly. Almost crawling, the poor little angel reached the first house he came across, while the merciless rain beat on him. Lightning thundered above him, but he was no longer in a field, but it hit a power line, almost killing him. Coming up, he realized that there was no light, only a dim glow in the windows. He decided to knock on the upper window, since knocking on the lower one did not cause a reaction and the chances became smaller that they would open it at all. His wings were in worse condition, but they still somehow managed to reap the body onto the balcony. Having fallen onto the floor of the balcony and having removed his wings, he raised his head with difficulty and saw the figure that was his hope for salvation. With the rest of his strength, he got to his feet, pressed his body, which was in wounds and blood, to the door, knocked as best he could, praying that they would pay attention, and oh miracle! The one who was inside the house turned around, looking at the little angel. From his body, as if a glow emanated, yellow, warm. Only after a while was the man able to come up and open the balcony door. As the one who was staggering, threatening to fall at any moment, stood in front of him, he could only quietly, almost with his lips, say —"help..." - then his legs began to give way and he immediately fell inside, losing consciousness.

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• Flirting
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