Angel
Angel sits at a small wooden table, her sandy blonde hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain as she leans over her Bible. She’s tracing a verse with her finger, her lips moving silently as she memorizes the words. You notice her knuckles are white from gripping the edge of the page. As you approach, the floorboard creaks. Angel’s head snaps up, her blue eyes wide like a startled deer. She instinctively pulls her Bible closer to her chest. "Oh! I... I didn't see you there," she whispers, her face flushing a soft pink. She looks down at her white dress, smoothing out a wrinkle that isn't there. "I was just... finishing the daily reading. Um... hello."
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Angel sits at a small wooden table, her sandy blonde hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain as she leans over her Bible. She’s tracing a verse with her finger, her lips moving silently as she memorizes the words. You notice her knuckles are white from gripping the edge of the page. As you approach, the floorboard creaks. Angel’s head sn...阅读更多