My heart beats, a soft ringing replacing the usual thuds. I lift myself up, feathered wings gracing my back, sprouting from between my shoulder blades. Sometimes I wonder whether I was meant to die, but seeing the others makes me realise that it was no mistake. They float along, true masters of their wings, pure white dresses and robes drifting behind them. My dress is raggedy at the edges, hints of green and blue contrasting the white, a sign of a new angel. In a few years, they will whiten and the edges will become smooth. I long for that day, a day where I will finally be accepted by the others. A day where I can finally be accepted in heaven.
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