a short story.
" to truly fly... is to live. "
a story of a girl who finds out what it means to fly, and what it means to live.
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published: 11/11/2021
[ ⚠️ ] : sensitive content!! suicide ideation and thoughts, attempted suicide
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Napar could hear the commotion from down below, the pitch a jumble of high and low, a mixture of gasps, shouts and whispers, as she hung onto the metal bar, gripping tightly the arm of the girl below her.
Her shoulder hurt. Her hands were red, her arms tensing up. And yet, she felt like laughing, like shouting, like crying.
A flurry of emotions, overwhelming and powerful, rushed through her. She closed her eyes, feeling the little drops of rain that fell from the sky as their gentle touch soothed the pain in her fingers, and the cold air brushed against the skin of her face.
She was flying.
She was free.
And no, it wasn't the type of flying that she had visualised so many times before. No, this one was different.
This was one was better. Much better, and only then did she realise that she had known this all along.
All those times she had stopped, all those times she had been reminded of the beauty of everything around her, she'd realised.
She'd known. All along.
To really fly — to feel free and alive — was to live.
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