[ WP ] One day , everyone wake up with wings like angel , soon after scientists found that the colour of the wings are depend on your character . The better your character is , the cleaner ( more close to snow white ) the wings are . Yours is decently grey but your family , girl/boyfriend are dark as hell

No one was sure what the wings represented. Some said it was a gift from God. Others saw it as a curse. But after the wings' overnight appearance nearly a year ago, we were pretty sure of one thing. The color of your wings were directly related to your morals. 
 
 Few in the world were snow white. Only the most holy of the holy, those who had spent every breath helping others, were awarded that honor. 
 
 Criminal all at black wings. The shades varied, from a pale, airy black for petty thieves to a deep, jet black for murderers and rapists. 
 
 So you could only imagine my heartbreak when I saw Jill's wings. Black as night, they were a constant reminder that the woman I had loved for so long had hidden something from me. 
 
 We had been been dating for years before the wings, and it hurt every cell in my body to think that it had all been a lie. Granted, I was n't perfect, but my steel grey wings were still considered acceptable. 
 
 I had begged her to come clean with me. I was once sure this woman would become my wife and mother of my children someday, but the wings had changed everything. Jill kept denying. She swore that she had n't done anything, that it was all just a mistake, and pleaded with me to get things back to the way the were before. 
 
 But I just could n't look at her the same way again. Once the seed of suspicion had been placed, it had begun to blossom, inching our relationship closer to the inevitable. Once I had looked in her hazel eyes to see warmth and compassion, but now all I saw were the cold, harsh eyes of someone I had never really known at all. 
 
 Slowly but surely my cold shoulder drove Jill insane. Her pillar of support, her listening ear and her best friend had become her worst enemy overnight. She tried everything to win my trust, but I just would n't budge. She needed me. Finally, in a last ditch attempt to win me back, she decided to come clean. 
 
 She said it had been for the best. Technically, it would n't have felt anything, it was just a bunch of cells, really, at that early stage. But the doctors had detected an anomaly. They had warned her there was a good chance there would be something wrong with it. 
 
 She said we would n't be able to take the stress. We were each working two jobs then to make ends meet, and we had been saving to shift into a better place. If it was n't going to be healthy, and if we were n't ready for it, would n't it be for the best. 
 
 She had n't told me because he did n't want me to get hurt. It was all over in less than an hour and the procedure had n't even hurt. She said we would have another one, a healthy one, when we could actually afford to raise it and when the time was right. 
 
 She had murdered my child. I saw her lips moving, her tone strained and pleading as she reasoned with me to understand the situation. I did n't need to hear anymore. This was n't the woman I had fallen in love with. She would have never done something like this. This woman was a monster. 
 
 My child. Had it hurt? How dare she. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white and bit back hot tears. 
 
 I did n't even remember putting my hands around her. I remember squeezing as she struggled under my weight but I had forgotten how I had even reached this position to begin with. Her eyes were wide with fear and her nails dug into hands in attempt to break my grip. 
 
 But I was numb. She did this to my child. Now it was time for her to find out how it must have felt. I felt no remorse. This woman was n't Jill. The Jill I fell in love with had died long ago. 
 
 I'm not sure how long it took. Maybe it was over in minutes, but to me it felt like I had been squeezing for hours. I stared at her eyes the whole time. Watched the life drain out of them, drop by drop, second by second. 
 
 I knew when it was over though. I knew that immediately. It was when my wings turned black.
