Cosmo carefully walked downstairs. He still felt sleepy, which made him afraid of falling.
Willow was already there with come cheap clothes on.
"I was waiting for you," he smiled.
"Willow, it's too early. We have two hours before departure. Have you brushed your teeth?"
He nodded.
"Okay. We'll wait until Ivy wakes up to say goodbye to her, fine?"
Willow nodded and jumped onto the couch, beginning to fidget. Cosmo left.
After he returned, Ivy was already there, looking at her nails.
"Hi," she looked up.
"Hello."
She stood up and hugged him.
"You stay safe, okay?"
"Why wouldn't I? I'm mature enough. I'll take care of Willow."
Ivy nodded.
"I'm still worried though."
Cosmo looked back at Willow. He was kicking his legs impatiently.
"Alright, we'll go... Bye."
"Bye!" She called out as they were about to leave.
Outside, it was getting progressively colder. Clouds hung over the city, and the sun was a faint circle behind them that only shone through a few cracks. That alone made Cosmo insecure.
"They promised to meet us outside the PSC," he muttered, holding Willow's hand.
As they approached the building, he felt the first raindrop. The rain was light now, but it was about to get harder.
The only person near the PSC was a young man near the door, safe from the rain. Cosmo ran towards him, waving.
Seeing them, the man gave the two a curious look.
"Cosmo and Willow, I assume?"
Cosmo nodded hurriedly, throwing his backpack off and seeking inside it for a crumbled piece of paper. Once it came out, he handed it to the man.
"This came in the mail the evening after I got the invitation. It's the proof of the contract and the details for me."
The man nodded and gave it back to Cosmo.
"Follow me," he gestured. They followed him, and Cosmo suspected it was the nearest parking that they were heading for. Perhaps the car stood there.
A few graffiti paintings marked the beginning of the parking. It looked gray and empty, especially in such weather; only a few cars stood there.
"Alright," the man spoke. "Call me Mr. Turner. I'm your driver."
His tone was stiff, cold and ignorant.
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The Angel's Nature
FantasyIn a world where everyone has wings, getting them clipped is the worst punishment. Cosmo has spent his life dealing with a mysterious disease that made his wings pop out of nowhere when he was nervous. His sister Ivy is about to have her wings clip...
