I'm walking on water, my feet delicately graze the clouds in the sky. White and Pure, I'm flying. I know I'll fall eventually but I don't think of that now. I'm not an angel, I'm not The Devil, I am me. I stare down at the ones I love, my eyes full of restlessness. They can't see me, but seeing them is good enough for me. So many tears, so many years of this, but I was free now. Launched up into the clouds, I'm flying in slow motion. My hair spilled out behind me and I closed my eyes. For a split moment, I am suspended below Heaven. There are no golden gates. There isn't really anything but white. The dust of the clouds gave the illusion of magnificent wings, but it was just a lie. With a smile on my lips, I bend myself back as if I was laying on the sky. Then I began into the falling. The incredible speed didn't matter to me. I fell like a comet from orbit, crashing into the world I smiled. I'm so happy. Rain clouds were snarling their thunder at me. Tears mixed with rain. Rain mixed with sorrow. Sorrow mixed with happiness. Resting along with the damned.
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Elysium
FantasyAnnalina Pruitt is looking to forget about it all and start over. All she ever wanted was for everyone to be happy, but as it all collapses into an endless despair, what choice does she have but to try again? But how long will it take for her to r...
