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It was quiet in the house. The ticking of the grandfather clock was the only sound echoing from down the stairs and into the drawing room. I abandoned my sewing and fondly gazed at the flower on my left hand, sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, my black dress spread out around me and my lace headscarf draped over one of the chairs. I smiled and touched the pink petals softly. Our vow may have been pure, but it is breaking as sin, that we both knew of.

The footsteps that came into the room didn't startle me, as I was expecting it to be Len. But as I heard the click of a gun, I whipped around my head. For a brief second, I saw a tall man with short blue hair, dressed in all white with angel wings, pointing a white pistol at my head from the drawing room's doorway. The man shot and the bullet penetrated me, the pitch-black girl. I fell back, my hair untying and tumbling.

As I held onto my last breaths, I mouthed his name, Len, before my vision became dark and the sounds muffled. Barely holding on, I felt someone wrap his or her arms around me, holding onto me tightly.

"My dear, lying cold," I hardly heard Len's voice as his tears splashed onto my numbing skin. "I will spend my life for you as I swore on that day. My sin against God, all my acts of treachery shall be paid by death, so I will die for you." He softly kissed my lips and I felt my consciousness returning rapidly. I cleared my eyes and looked up to see it was my angel's face, Rin's beloved face smiling down at me. "I believe that this is my fate." She whispered before breaking apart into nothing. I stared in shock, as what was left of her was a single black feather. My lip trembled and I let out the first sob, clutching the feather desperately, calling for her to come back.

She was in my grasp, holding me all this time, disguising herself as the boy named Len. I was a fool! Too blind and ignorant to see that the boy I fell for was really the angel I loved all along. My tears flowed like an endless downpour, showing no signs of stopping as I couched over the feather in the lonely drawing room.

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She saved the girl and vanished away, the wingless fallen angel and the sinful black stained bride, even after falling into the abyss the vow's wedge entwines them, retaining their unforgivable sin.

When the fruit of sin falls into decay, they can meet again.

Till then, my love…