He pulled her into a gentle embrace and whispered, "Don't ever wish you could fly."
"But flight is such a beautiful thing. Especially with your own wings." She exclaimed, pulling away from him.
"If you fly, you'll leave me." He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. And knowing.
"And maybe that's exactly what I need." She jumped from the bridge they sat on. She fell for a little while and slowly unfurled her wings, letting them catch her. She spun around and aimed for the bridge again, this time going under it and coming out the other end. She watched him as he scrambled to the place where she had jumped and looked down to where she should have been. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her one last time. So she flew. Far. Fast. With new purpose.
She absolutely loved flying. More than anything in the world.
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~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
