Cold like the Artic chill froze her in place as her heart hung on a thin string. Her golden eyes blinked in confusion of what she was seeing and yet… a voice was telling her this was what she got for trusting an angel.
'But… this is Adam,' she replied.
'He is an angel now,' the voice that sounds like her father stated.
'But he loves me,' she stared at the man walking forward with the weapon still aimed at her.
'He also loves Him,' the voice replied, and her body shook.
Fisting her uninjured hand, she saw him pause a few meters before her and shot the arrow with no hesitation.
"So, it was all a lie," she spoke in a cold tone as she forced the arrow through her injured shoulder.
The pain was nothing compared to the hurt she felt in her heart.
"To think, I thought your love was real," she continued biting every word like a bitter lemon.
