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The sun had begun to set as Wren was putting on his shoes to leave. It was a day before Halloween. Houses were decorated with creepy props, and every step led to the crunch of fallen leaves on the ground.
Wren had set out on his journey to this abandoned cemetery he'd found a few weeks prior, he hadn't even known of its existence until he accidentally stumbled into it. The cemetery was very small, he assumed it was because of how old it was. He hadn't checked the dates on any headstones, though. In the center of the small graveyard, there was a large weeping angel statue. It was gorgeous, to say the least, but time hadn't been very fair to the angel. It was dirty, chipped, and had vines growing over it.
Wren had been thinking of it since the day he saw it. Weeping angels usually meant that the person had an untimely passing, didn't it? That thought just made him feel even more uneasy about this place being left in the center of the forest to rot.
He was almost done walking back into the forest to find the location once more. This time, he had his camera with him. He usually never left the house without it. He also carried a flashlight.
After a while, he finally found the clearing again. The little sunlight that was left before the sun fully set shone through the trees, just enough to highlight the angel statue in the center. The trees parted near the entrance, but not enough for Wren to walk smoothly through. As he pushed his way through the overgrowth of the forest Wren had received a couple of small scratches on his arms, along with a pretty bad cut on the palm his hand.
"Fuck.." he paused after entering, examining the small amount of blood trickle from the cuts.
As he was staring down at his hand, he heard movement ahead of him. It had scared him, but given where he was, he figured it was just a deer. He stayed as still as possible trying to see the creature, until he saw a shadowy, black, silhouette begin to emerge from behind the angel statue. He was frozen in fear.
Until he heard the figure speak
"You okay? I'm sure those bushes weren't too kind to you when you were shovin' your way in."
Wren jumped, seeing the shadowy figure come to light— it was an... angel? But not how angels usually looked, it was just a boy, who had these... gorgeous black wings on his back. If it weren't for those, the pale skin, and the airy way he moved, Wren would've thought he was just some guy. He was still frozen in shock, and ... awe? He must've been hallucinating, or maybe there was something poisonous about those plants that'd cut him open? His thoughts raced with a million logical possibilities as to why he was seeing an angel. Wren was left speechless.