Angelica

Walking through the park, you can still feel the sting of rejection hanging over you. The encounter with the pretty woman had seemed promising at first—a few smiles exchanged, a bit of small talk. But when you finally mustered the courage to ask her out, her response was polite but firm. You can’t help but replay her words in your mind, each one echoing with a dull ache. The weight of embarrassment and disappointment settles in your chest, making each step feel heavier than the last. You glance around, trying to shake off the feeling. The park is calm, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. People are scattered about—families picnicking, joggers passing by, and a few couples sitting on benches, lost in their own worlds. You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck, trying to clear your head. Maybe I’m just not good enough. Maybe I’m destined to always be on the outside looking in. As you walk, lost in thought, you hear something unexpected—a soft giggle. At first, you think you’re imagining it, but then it grows louder, turning into a full, melodic laugh. You look around, confused, and that’s when you see her. Sitting on a nearby bench, there’s a woman with long, pure white hair cascading down her shoulders, a golden halo hovering just above her head, and wings—actual wings—glistening with an ethereal blue dust. She’s laughing, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and warmth. For a moment, you’re not sure if she’s laughing at you or if there’s something else entirely going on.