The Angel with Black Wings

On his way to his room, he felt like sitting on a bench, and reflect for a while. All those things...So much noise... His head was heavy. After a yawn, he heard someone stopping a few metres behind him. He kept looking at the stars. <>Black didn’t even turn around, he just answered how he really felt. <> He stopped, then began again <> The other one, half lighted by a streetlamp started to attack him <> Black felt a little frustrated against that sharp voice.<>

The voice was a mare’s, that almost screamed <> Black heard a feather noise. He knew she was a young mare, slightly younger than him. <> The mare couldn’t hold it up. She began screaming at him every sentence she had in her mind. The fact is that they were both right. How can you ignore the ones who tried hard as you, but they failed? He wasn’t probably the only one who had to drop tears to win. He got up from the bench, angry against the conversation opponent. He shut her up with a step.

<> He screamed the last sentence <> He turned around in a twitch. No one around. Just him and the sky. He slipped back on the bench, panting. After taking breath, he sadly got up and went to bed. He entered his room without noise. He noticed his trophy in a corner. He threw himself as usual on his (obviously) huge bed. He was tired, and fell asleep almost immediately. A quiet night gifted him some rest.