(DISCONTINUED) When the Crocuses Bloom

Chapter 37

Winter's POV:

I placed my pen down and read the lengthy letter once over.

I whistled and waited.

After a few minutes a crow swooped down and I gave it the letter. "You know where to go.." I muttered, stroking its feathers. It squawked at me then flew off.

I sighed knowing that this was probably the last hope for Wilbur. I just hope he can hold on a little longer.

I watched the sun peak over the horizon as I sat on the tower. I thought going to Pogtopia would help me. But now I was just watching as my brother and the closest person in my life faded away from me.

I wepted as the sun came, overwhelmed with grief for a person who was not yet dead. A choked sob escaped my lips and I dried my face. Why would Wilbur do any of this?

Doesn't he know that I'm still here? That I'll always be there? Even if he's completely insane, I just want my brother back.

My face contorted with sadness and I squeezed my eyes shut. I breathed in through my mouth, sobs escaping my lips. My tears were streaming down my face, warm against my cold cheeks.

I cried until the sun was over the horizon, the rays gently warming my arms. I needed to go home.

But where is my home?

I didn't know anymore. I thought it was L'Manburg, but until I get it back, it's Manburg. Pogtopia will never be home.

I realised that I was just a floating soul in the world, only ever anchored in my dreams. I had no one place that I could truly call home.

I realised that hope would only get me so far. If I was getting my country back, I was doing my way. Not Tommy's, not Wilbur's, not Tubbo's and not Techno's.

I was going to do this my way.

Live my life on my terms.

They will no longer control my life.

It is mine, and mine alone.

Mine to live.

Undictated by their rules.

Free of their walls.

Free of the chains that had bound me to their lies.

I would live, laugh and love my way.

I would make this my life.

Find my home.

Live my way.

My way.

Not anyone else's.

Free to fly my way.

I am free.

For the first time in years, I let myself feel free. I lifted my shirt slightly and let the wings I had been hiding for years sprout from my lower back. They were dark grey with flecks of gold, just like Phil's.

The pain shot through my upper body as the wings pushed themselves out. I hadn't realised that I'd stood up. I regained my composure and looked over the SMP. The clear morning air filled my lungs.

My eyes sharpened, their colours becoming more clear. My blue eye filled with green around the pupil.

I laughed, finally free. My laugh was real and full, not the one I let others hear. I felt truly free.

I leaped off of the tower and soared. The wind rushed through my short hair, the sun warmed my face. The trees flashed below me.

I'll make them see, that when you knock me down,

I get the fuck back up again.

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yes, that is hamilton you smell.

also, yes winter has wings. did i randomly decide this during the writing of this chapters? absolutely. i also decided something about a charcter that comes in to the story soon.

remember that yall are loved!

love yall the most (A_Fellow_Simp, this is my book, so therefore i love you most here.)

stay safe, stay pog.

-nom <3

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(Edit: did I forget the word count? Yes.)