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Standing there with his long coat billowing under the street lamp, Jack looked like a God. The sharp cheekbones illuminated in gold, the halo of snowflakes - the perfect moment to admire him.
It was when he started to move, though, that the little cracks in his image spread into a web and then a sprawling mess. The odd unseen to tear in the otherwise pristine coat was joined by his barely hidden limp, and the blood under fingernails became noticeable with the twitch in his hands. And then, as he moved ever closer, you could note (in his eyes) and hear (in his sigh) the despair of a man left alone for Christmas.
But as he jogs through the blizzard to the tower, he turns to you and winks. And he's standing with his body angled so that just for one beautiful moment, you can almost see the wings behind him - until you blink, just for a second, and he's gone.