"Each time this issue came up, the people I was talking to were increasingly confident that it was okay for the angel to appear. One such discussion c...ught on, resulting in everyone around me calling on me to get the angel to appear. The current flight of twenty was a gentle one and therefore much quieter, so I didn't have to wait for them to land to address everyone. I got the crowd's attention and put the question. The majority agreed that they wanted the angel to appear. There were some. .masculine. I imagined that I was pretty again. I imagined that I had the soft skin, cutting eyes, small nose, and the cute chin I remembered from my girlhood. Or at least one of the girlhoods I had lived through. Slowly, my features changed, until they matched the image in my head. I was pretty again! My long strawberry blonde hair fell down below my shoulders, just as I had remembered it. I had to touch my face to be sure. Yes. My hands felt the soft skin of my cheek. But my hands, they were. “Who was your mother?” he demands.“… Her name was Elaria.” It is quiet for one long moment, then Ronan is on his feet.“Get out,” he says.“What? Why?”“Out.” He grabs her bag and pulls her from the soft, makeshift bed.“Wh- Did you know her?” Karina asks as he urges her toward the door, his wolf-dog Aniyah quietly whimpering. “Please, I’ve come a long way. Did I make it to the Point?” she asks as he hands her the drawstring bag, ushering her outside. “Ronan!” she begs as he shuts the door on her. But I used to get out of every corner where he was present. I probably had feelings for him in my heart too, and I was more afraid of my feelings than Steve. I knew my limits and reality. One Sunday while I was on the ground doing classwork, Steve came to me, grabbed me by the arm, and took me to a corner. He angrily asked me why I was constantly ignoring him. I looked at him, and then I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. My heart started beating fast.Steve became obsessed with my shyness, he.