Blacker than the ink used in her art class, larger than any birds' she's ever seen. His wings were two large coal specimens underneath the faulty light of her bedroom. She was almost certain he wouldn't be able to get those massive things through the door, yet there they were, demanding attention against the dull cream color of her apartment walls.

She must have been staring too long, or maybe it was just habit, but he pulled his wings behind his back. The wings started to dissipate in front of her, until only the man was left standing. Invisible to the human eye is what he had told her, but she wondered if she reached out, could she still feel the feathers?

"Scared I'll ruin you?"

His sudden words made her jump, and her eyes moved down from where his wings should have been to his eyes. Coal black like his wings, though they looked much less inviting.

Her hesitation brought a smile to his face. "No," she said in a small voice. She recalled how beautiful he had looked that night she truly saw him, and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll ruin you."