Fifteen hours later, I was still a few miles out on the ocean, watching New York’s lights from a distance. I wondered if anyone would notice if a winged girl suddenly dropped out of the sky onto a cruise ship sailing into the harbor, then thought better of it. I ended up camped out on the roof of a skyscraper, but I was too tired to really care. I pulled out my blanket, wrapped my wings around myself, and fell asleep almost instantly.
I forced myself to get up early the next morning, wanting to get out of the city before anybody could catch a glimpse of me. I packed up my stuff and left the main city around five in the morning, and caught a cab back into the city a few hours later. After checking the street maps, I made my way to Central Park, trying to find my grandparents.
My father’s parents were the more liberal-minded part of the family, and lucky for me, they lived in New York. They had always supported me, and had paid for my plane ticket to England so I could move in with Josh. I had repaid them a few years ago, but I still needed a place to stay for now.
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Wings
ParanormalMelody is a rebellious dropout artist in the middle of London with a bad past and an overprotective girlfriend. But a tattoo gone weird changes her life. Relationship: F/F, just to clarify things. Cover art in progress
