He laughed as he fell. Smiled as red hot wax scorched his skin. Oh but did he care.
No.
Why?
He was finally free.
The feeling of air crashing on his skin like waves to a cliff in a storm, it made him smile more.
Feathers flew around him in a tornado. If you were to see it you would have thought he were an angel.
He shut his eyes one last time.
Nothing.
He felt nothing
Slowly he opened his eyes.
There, above him, stood his father
" Icarus! My boy! Come " his father demanded
Icarus followed
This was when he realised two things. One, that even in death he would never be free. And two he and his father fell together.
He looked down at his feet wishing one day he would finally be able to be with his lover.
Apollo
Yet. Maybe Apollo hated him as well.
He never did turn of the sun like he promised.
