Wingless (phan)

Maybe it's been right here all along

Here we go again. I've just been writing this one none stop, it's hard not to. Sleeping at Last is the perfect band for writing man. Alright here we go.

The wind tumbles over my shoulders, my eyes perfectly adjusted to the lack of light. Running past the forest, to the sea, I almost scream with joy. I'm free. In a way no one else can be. The moons look down at me, their perfect light urging me on. The beach is clear, my feet hit the sand. The water washes my toes and I laugh, happy for the first time in a long while. I feel at home, like I'm normal and not strange or lacking in anyway. Swimming through the ocean becomes easier after years of practice. No one else thought it was a good idea, why waste your time learning not to drown when you have wings? But they don't understand the feeling of co-dependency you have within water. Flying is completely dependent on the air, we just trying to manipulate it to do as we want. Swimming is more like having a conversation. No tricks, no struggling. Just going along with the water's wants and sharing yours as you go. There is nothing more important than feeling that truly free, but protected at the same time. As I reach the surface, near a rock, I hear voices.

"That Howell kid swims through this. I've seen him a couple times running and swimming. He looked like he didn't even care he was wingless." A stern male voice speaks.

"We can't have that. The air is all that matters." A second, more girly voice whispers in the dead of night. Oh shit. I dive into the water, curling around terrain I've known for years. The two winged ones are left back on the beach, searching for me. Then I see something I've not once witnessed. A person. Sitting on the beach, tossing rocks into the water. I come closer, and a voice is heard.

"Who's there?" A quiet, cold but so warm- Phil. Phil's voice speaks those words. I'm the night, he only heard the splashes I made.

So I whisper "Phil? It's me Dan" Phil jerks back, only noticing how close I am then.

"Dan? You scared the crap out of me. How do you do that" he says.

"This is my true element. I'm who I really am in the dark." I say, most likely sounding insane.

"Funny, most people here are the opposite." Phil says, helping me out of the water.

"I've noticed. Do you want me to show you?" I question. He starts to shake his head... But then nods. "Try to keep up wing boy." I half whisper, half laugh. And I run. Back into the forest that holds me like a loving parent might. Phil struggles to keep up on his wings, the top of his class. Finding my favorite tree, I climb at neck breaking speeds. In no time I'm at the top, this tree reaches about my house, yet is miles away from my home. Phil comes up soon after that.

Breathing heavily, he gasps "That isn't angel. That's impossible."

"I thought so too, but it only works in the dark. Any time I can see, I go at a normal pace. Like the pace you would go" I tease.

"Haha, very funny, make fun of the wing boy" Phil says.

"I'm the reject, dumbass." I chuckle. We lie atop the tree, looking at the endless sky above. Pitch black, with dots of light and the moons.

"I've never noticed how beautiful this  is. I almost never come out at night. No one does. I've been too trapped by the day to notice her brother, even more stunning." Phil says staring at me. Hesitantly, I reach out my hand, lightly touching his own. He reacts, fitting his own hand into mine. Our fingers twine together. I smile, looking back at the sky. I used to think freedom meant being alone. The darkness doesn't seem so all important anymore.

* skip to morning *
"DAN THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING YOU LITTLE TW-" Amy screams stopping when she sees I'm fully dressed. "Wait what's happening" she says looking extremely confused.

"I've got myself a ride little sis." I say going into the main rooms. Mum and dad are there for once, not yet left for work.

"Oh really dear? Who is it?" Mum says, fabricating rain clouds out of thin air.

"Wait a second, no one even talks to you. You're the wingless boy. Who would even try." Amy says. Her words cut deep, leaving me almost crying.

"None of your business Amy, go back to your fake friends!" I snap, almost growling. "Phil Lester mum." I say, in a less harsh tone.

"He's quite the charmer, good luck son." Dad says, oblivious to the tension between me and Amy. I storm towards the door, then feeling everything wash away when I see Phil. His graceful wings, perfectly sculpted face, and to die for smile.

"Bye bye Amy." I say cruelly, turning back to Phil who steps into the door way.

"Ready Danny?" He says, nodding to my parents.

"Let's do this" I say, holding onto his hands. And he jumps.

By the time we are about three minutes from school he says "Wanna ditch." I just nod and hold on. "You showed me your moves yesterday, it's time for me to impress you a bit." He heads in the opposite direction of school, going as fast as his wings can take him.

"When did you get your wings?" I ask, wondering truly.

"I was an early bloomer, seven years old." He says, glancing down at me.

"I wish I was an early bloomer compared to a dud." I grumble.

He lightly sets me down, and whispers "You don't need wings to be the most amazing person I've ever met."

Done. Yay I really should be sleeping lol no. Well enjoy.

- xo forever xo