I was that type of classmate who always sits alone on the sidelines and doesn't talk to anyone. In my last school, I was bullied because I had no wings, and was nicknamed the 'The angel without wings'. At my new school, which was for angels, I decided not to make friends or even communicate closely with others. But at some point a new student came. He was an angel with gray wings, instead of the usual snow-white ones. I immediately realized that the newcomer was not a pure-blooded angel, but a half-demon.

Another boring day at school. I was very tired after the previous PE lesson and collapsed into my seat in the classroom. I was just sitting next to the gray-winged student. I always wanted to make friends with him, but I didn't have the courage to start a dialogue. I always just sat next to him without saying a word and stared at him. This time was no exception. I was looking at him as usual, but then I felt that something had changed. I realized that this time I could talk to him. "Hey.." I spoke a little timidly. "Today is quite.. nice day, isn't it?" After that, I immediately felt embarrassed for what I had said. I was ashamed of such a primitive beginning of communication.