Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Flying

Skylar's P.O.V.

Today's Monday. Of course, I should be upset about that, but we don't have to go to school since today is more of a learning improvement day, where only the teachers go.

I woke up to the beautiful sound of birds chirping. I remember what my mother always used to tell Emma and me about them.

"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith. To have perfect faith is to have wings."

That's what was going through my mind that day at the waterfall. The day I almost killed myself and lost everything to be with my family.

I wanted to fly.

This may work for birds, but of course for humans, having perfect faith isn't always... Perfect. When you're completely and utterly confident in something, fear and pain don't apply to you. You forget everything except for what you put all of your faith into.

I can have wings.

A lot of people don't quite understand that. They would always question why I see this as a negative thing. I would receive constant inquiries about it. All related to, 'Well aren't pain and fear bad things?'

No. Not the way I see it.

Pain and fear are what got me through living. They serve as constant reminders that I'm still here. I'm still alive and breathing, just like everyone else, and I deserve to be here just as much as they do.

Fear is what keeps you from doing stupid things. And pain is what keeps you from doing stupid things twice.

That is the reason birds can fly and we can't. Perfect faith helps them soar. But it drives humans to the grave.

Snapping out of my dark thoughts, I yawn slightly and stretch my arms. I roll over in the bed, only to be met with a pair of sparkling brown eyes, no more than an inch away from mine.

"Good morning." I say in a small voice.

His smile brightens and he moves his hand from my waist to my head, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I missed waking up to you." He says in the sexy morning voice that I had missed so much.

"You had other people to wake up to." I mutter.

Though apparently he heard me. He sighs and returns his arm to my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Yes, I did. And it was dreadful. It was also terrifying because I didn't know what was happening. Once she showed me the video, I thought I was going to lose everything."

"How was that?"

He raises an eyebrow at my question, clearly not understanding.

"How was waking up to Britney?" I clarify.

He stiffens slightly, then sighs before responding.

"It was honestly really shitty. After I woke up I rolled over and saw her laying there on her phone. Once she saw me, that stupid smirk was practically glued to her face. I wish she was a guy, then I could have punched her."

"Yes... But that also would have meant you had sex with a dude."

His eyes widen for a moment, then he shrugs.

"Better than Britney." He says simply.

"Seriously? You'd rather have gay sex, than sex with Britney?"

He swallows and nods slowly, an awkward and uncomfortable expression on his face.

"I just wish she didn't send that video to everyone." He says quietly.