Angel's Redemption

Prol

ms. Tears, mixed with smudged mascara, streaked down her cheeks as she gazed at the city lights glittering ag

y with despair. Her mind swirled with memories of pain

ng to block out the storm of emo

duation. A day filled with hope, celebration, and promises of a bright future. In

d up with her, and hearing the cruel confession that followed-it had been

nting. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her pocket, pulling o

he pills were bitter on her tongue, but she swallowed them down with a swig of

irst love, Bastian. The one person who had always made her feel safe. His name wa

ded her mind: his laughter, his touch, the way he had made her feel like the world wasn't such a terrible

een stronger. Maybe if you were still here, things would be differen

e to the edge, and closed her eyes. The pills and whiskey were taking effect, pulling her into a hea

le. "If you're out there... if there's anything

aying precariously. In her mind, she dreamed of falling-the sensation of w

* * * *

– The very

l, before she lost everything, An

was charismatic, intelligent, and dedicated-not only to his work but to his family. Her mother, Helena, was the heart of

y were always dragging Anastasia into their mischief, whether it was sneaking ext

ms across the country, while winters meant snowball fights and curling up by the fire. Her pare

stories, storms are alway

n her mother's smile. Helena, who had always been the strongest woman Anastasia knew, began to look tired. The family stil

d her brothers down, Anastasi

er," Helena

breathe. Sean and Matt looked between their par

gun, and it was a battle