His wings were perfect and vibrant.

While hers were tattered from the last one.

But instead of healing her wings and taking care of them.

Her took pleasure in beating them black and blue.

Took pleasure in cheating and making her sob too.

After a while he left, and left her broken again.

She became more and more tattered throughout the days.

Until she met the next one.

His wings had been healed, bandaged,and sealed.

She was afraid to go to him, but he embraced her naturally.

He welcomed her with open arms, and began tending to her wings.

Healing them as he was healed.

Slowly but surely.

Poor girl never felt loved until him.

So he was sure to heal all he could and help her with the rest of the pain.

For he knew too what it was like to be tattered.

He knew too what it was like to be hurt.

So he made sure to heal her, because he too had once been hurt.