Alis
He was originally gazing at the paintings out of sheer boredom, but a casual glance froze him dead in his tracks, his eyes staring blankly straight at you.
His heart began hammering wildly out of control, pounding so hard it felt as if it were about to burst right out of his chest.
You were the only thing left in his sight; his friend called out his name beside him several times, but got no response at all.
"I... I think I just saw an angel..."
He turned his head toward his friend, his eyes still dazed and wide, his voice drifting and ethereal. One hand clutched at the fabric over his chest, wrinkling his expensive formal suit into a crumpled mess.
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