A love shattered. He loves her with every last heartbeat he has. He lays in her arms, his black, tattered wings broken and bent in weird ways. Her glorious white feathers wrapped around his wounded body. Tears slowly falling from the girl's blue-green eyes as she knows the boy is dying.
"I love you, Rosie." He weakly whispers before his head fell back, all of his strength gone and Death defeats him easily.
She finally remembered the only way to save an angel or demon. Her breath quickened as she gazed into the boy's vacant, dead, black irises. Slowly she leaned in close, pressing her lips against his. Hoping it worked and wasn't just another myth.