Flight

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Let go, said a voice, as if the winds were beckoning me to come fly with them.

          I tightened my grip on the cold rails keeping me from drifting into the sky, its cold surface reminding me that I was still alive. The blue sky was tinged with afternoon reds and purples. How long have I been standing on this ledge? I looked at the world below. People lined the streets; cars sped past as always. They were always in a hurry. Everyone was. Even the person whom I thought would wait for me left me too early, earlier than I have hoped. Maybe I should have moved with the world's current, after all.

          I closed my eyes and just listened-to the engines running, the trees tapping against the building windows, my heart beating against my chest-until I heard it.

          A voice.

          His voice.

          Come on, Aileen! it said. Let's fly away together.

          At that moment, I thought I saw a man materialize before me. His hair was a mess, his glasses just a tad crooked, and his smile made me feel warm inside. Just as quickly as the man appeared, it slowly dissipated into the clouds. I wanted to scream to him, make him stay. But a lump formed in my throat before I could say anything. It had always been like that.

          The cold feeling in my hand soon faded away. And with one small step forward, I became one with the wind.

          "I want to fly too."

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