Angels or demons?

She bowed her head. The thought of staying hovered over her like a dark shadow. She was only beginning to grasp the grey reality before her. As a child, she had often walked in the land of the fairies and believed in eternal happiness. Alas, all those hopes and dreams seem to drift further away with each passing day. A lone buttercup butterfly flitted across the cheek and her eyes followed its haphazard flight. To be free as a butterfly, what price must one pay? The world was filled with angels and demons. Naïve as she was, she knew that much at least. But who were the happier ones? The angels or the demons?