romance is dead ❧ q.k | ✔

book two ❧ [iv]

You trudged up a hill, wiping away a bead of sweat that had gathered on your brow. When you'd gone to Kunhang and Yangyang's apartment after breakfast that morning, you'd only been able to find the witch. He'd informed you that your gryphon friend had taken off early to go flying, but hadn't told Yangyang where. Lucky for you, you knew exactly where he'd be anyway. Kunhang's favorite flying spot was a park near your old neighborhood which had been made a specifically designated fly space. It was several square miles where no planes, helicopters, drones, or even kites could be flown to make it safe for gryphons, phoenixes, and other flying beings to stretch out their wings. It doubled as a nature preserve with walking trails, benches, and posted signs protecting the wildlife and plants.

You'd already caught sight of your target back on the walking trails, and were now chasing him down at a severe disadvantage on foot. Finally reaching the clearing he was doing the majority of his aerial tricks above, you stopped and looked up at him, using a hand to shield your face from the sun.

"Kunhang!" You called out to your friend, who was currently somersaulting through the air, powerful grey wings stretched out behind him.

He looked down at you, then pretended not to hear you, swooping down into a backflip.

"Kunhang, come on!" You yelled out desperately. "I-I want to apologize! Please!"

He stopped in midair at that, a fair distance above you. You had to crane your neck up to look at him.

"You want to apologize?" He looked down at you in disbelief.

"Yes! Now would you get down here so we don't have to have this entire conversation shouting at each other? Again."

"No." He dropped down to hover just in front of you. "But you can come up."

"What?"

"Come on, you know the drill." He was now stood on the ground with two feet.

"And I'm also not seven anymore," you scoffed.

"You're the one who wanted to talk."

"Fine." With a roll of your eyes, you wrapped your arms around Kunhang's shoulders.

"God, no need to choke me out." He made a mock choking sound, pulling at your arms to loosen your grip on him. "If I pass out, we're both going down, you know."

You pinched the skin on the back of his neck. "Just fly, stupid."

And with that, Kunhang pushed up off the ground, his powerful wings easily lifting the both of you up higher and higher. Your flight didn't last long, just until your friend had reached a tree branch he deemed suitable for the both of you to sit on, high above everything else, your feet swinging below you. The two of you were side-by-side, his wings folded up behind him.

"I'm sorry," you started, making sure to hold your end of the promise first. "For what I said to you in the student union yesterday. It was a really shitty thing of me to say, and I don't want you to think for a second that I don't appreciate you and everything you've done for me, Kunhang."

The gryphon was quiet next to you, and you took him not flying off as a good sign.

"While I shouldn't have said it to you like that, I need you to understand: You do not have to be my brother."

You heard him breathe in sharply, like he was about to say something back, but you pushed on.

"For you to think that you've had to not only carry the burden of your grief, but mine, and that kind of responsibility, for all these years... I don't want you to think you have to shoulder all of that. Because you don't." You took your eyes off of the leaves in front of you and finally looked over at him. He was staring straight ahead, his mouth a hard line but you saw the tears gathering in his eyes. Your eyes were stinging with bitter tears of your own, and you continued through the lump in your throat, "I need you to listen to me when I say this, Kunhang. I am relieving you of that, okay? Please, let it go. You are not failing me, or him, to just be my friend. I need you to be my friend. My best friend, in the whole world, okay? Can you please do that?"