The sunlight
lit her hair
and I stood silent,
wondering
exactly how many
angels
were walking around
with absolutely
no idea
of the wings
that are hiding
beneath their
own skin.
~Tyler K. G.
***
I'm sitting outside, painting the clouds.
I've never painted outside before, because I knew what the reaction would be.
Or so I thought.
I ignore the growing audience.
The eyes that are upon my back.
The sky.
Just concentrate on the sky.
I sit there for an hour more before I finally brave turning around.
About thirty pack member sit there, eyes wide as they take in my stained hands and sky canvas.
"It's beautiful Luna," one voice speaks out above the crowd.
I blush and turn away, nodding my acknowledgment.
My hand is shaking now that I know how many people are watching.
I silently regret my decision for going outside.
I just wanted to feel the sun on my face though.
It had been three days since the meeting in Atlas's office.
Jay told me to take a break. To not worry.
But the truth is, I wish more than anything, that he would treat me like he always did.
I wish I could go back to training with him.
I could say that it didn't matter now, that they knew the truth. But that would be wrong. People treated you differently once they realized how fragile you were.
They handled you with better care, not realizing that maybe, you didn't want to be made of glass forever.
I look up at the sky, squinting as I take in the bright blue.
The stark contrast of white.
It was cold.
I had on a jacket and scarf but they were light. I didn't want my movements to restricted when it came to painting.
Yet I didn't want the shivering of my frame to mess up the delicate lines that were needed for the clouds.
I close my eyes and ignore the ones behind me.
It's just me.
And then I go back to painting.
Another hour passes.
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