Nikolai had always been captivated by birds. Their elegant wings, the way they soared effortlessly through the sky-it was a kind of beauty that never ceased to amaze him.
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He often watched them from his window, imagining what i...
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TWO ( the night before )
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You flutter your eyes open, the scene before you a stark contrast to the vibrant night out you'd enjoyed. Your wings droop heavily as shock sets in, your body trembling with disbelief.
Turning your gaze towards the wreckage, the once-familiar car now crumpled and smoking, you see the lifeless bodies of your friends strewn around the ground. The night air is heavy with the acrid smell of smoke and metal, mingling with the overwhelming sense of loss.
A deep, hollow ache fills your chest as you try to process what has happened. Your mind races, struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. Everything you had just experienced—laughter, excitement, camaraderie—seems like a distant, unattainable memory now, replaced by the cold, harsh reality before you.
As you frantically pulled the bodies from the wreckage, your heart raced with panic and despair. The car, now a twisted metal grave, seemed to mock your efforts. You cried out, your voice breaking with desperation as you tried to wake them.
"Please wake up! Someone help! Please!" you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. Your hands were trembling, each movement fueled by a mix of fear and determination. You could barely comprehend the gravity of the situation, your mind struggling to process the reality of the scene before you.
With each attempt to revive them, your hope dwindled, replaced by an overwhelming sense of helplessness. The street remained eerily silent, adding to the crushing weight of your solitude. You wrapped your wings around the bodies, their warmth a faint comfort in the midst of your agony. As you tried to remember your grandmother's teachings, your thoughts were a tangled mess of desperation and sorrow. Her lessons about healing—meant for minor injuries, not for this—felt like a distant memory, a cruel reminder of how helpless you were.
Your tears fell freely, mingling with the dirt and blood on the ground. You tried to focus on the faintest glimmers of hope, even though deep down, you knew the odds were slim. You whispered apologies and pleas, your voice cracking with each word.
"Please, please, I can't... I need you to wake up. I'm so sorry..."
Despite your efforts, your wings couldn't erase the severity of their injuries. You held them close, your cries echoing in the empty street, feeling utterly lost and alone in your desperate struggle to save them. You felt a warm hand touch you, and your eyes widened in shock as you looked down at the male. His life was slipping away before your eyes. Panicking, you quickly knelt beside him, trying to focus on healing his injuries. You concentrated on his cuts and bruises, willing your power to mend them, but the severity of his injuries was far beyond what you could handle.
The cuts healed slightly, but the deeper wounds remained, a stark reminder of how limited your abilities were. Tears streamed down your face as you cradled his head in your lap, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps. His voice, though weak, was still trying to reach out to you.
