Prologue

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NOT unlike Icarus,

I fell for the sun.


I flew close,

knowing my wings would come alight,

solely for the cheap promise of grazing its yellow.


I saw a boy trapped in a world of fire.

He was smiling, but the tears on his lashes were evaporating.


Naive,

innocent,

he knew no better.


Born into hell,

he had not the slightest awareness that other, less harsh, softer worlds existed,

and that he'd unjustly been denied entry into them.

Unaware that he was assigned a punishment meant for the cruel of heart.

Had no idea he deserved more.


As my wings melted and slew off the flesh of my back,

I tried reaching out to him. A lifeline thrown haphazardly over-boat.


It slipped his grasp.


Gratitude grazed his persistent smile.

A weak,

fragile,

glass smile.


He watched as I fell.


I fell for the sun.

I'd do it all over again.

If these wings could fly once more, I'd reach him this time. 

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