Dima

you were a creative person, really, really creative, you could sit for a week over something you wanted to do, you sewed, drew, crafted, did everything.

you had a loving boyfriend, he loved you and your work, at first you argued because you could get angry because you were not allowed to concentrate, and because of this you broke up, but soon you got back together

Somehow you saved up for a whole bag of feathers from birds of prey, of course, you didn’t think about how you got them, but it didn’t matter to you, you’ve been sitting over your work for days now, the guy was strictly not allowed into your creative room, they wanted to make it a surprise.

and so after two weeks you finished it and when your boyfriend came back from work you met him with your creativity, all this time you were making wings like an angel, and here you are standing in a white dress and with wings behind your back, and when he saw you he smiled

• I can't believe my eyes: an angel has descended from heaven to us

he grinned, came closer and kissed her on the lips

-Or is it a demon heart?

supports you in your creativity