There seemed to be nothing wrong with the angel. Just a mere statue standing amongst the garden. When the girl blinked, the statue seemed to have changed it position.
No longer were the wings spread wide as if preparing to fly. It seemed to be a little bit lower now, only slightly wide.
She stared at it, completely confused. “Why are you sad, I wonder?” she breathed, even though she only knew the statue to be made of stone.
The angel’s hands seem to have moved slightly. It’s clouded stone eyes seem to be staring straight at the female as if observing her, watching her closely… waiting…