The Girl with Wings

Chapter Six

-Girl-

I do not know how long it has been, but he is still here.

The light is gone and the moon is here and still, he stays.

From my vantage point, I can see that he has laid down with his back to the tree I am in. His eyes are not closed, but instead staring out into the forest.

He does not seem like he will leave anytime soon.

I lean back on my branch.

I could leave, fly away into the night and lose him in the trees. Creep across the branches and leave him waiting under an empty tree.

I do not want to. That seems rude, unfair.

We will play this waiting game together. We will play until the winner is clear and the prize of our identities claims its recipient.

I almost want to end it early. Ask his name and become reacquainted, refresh memories that were stolen by time and regret.

I know his face, but he does not look like he belonged to my village. He appears as a human, and perhaps that is the reason for my delayed epiphany.

I look down again, he has not moved.

I thought he was dead.

No, I did not think he was dead, I do not know who he is.

I believed everyone in my village was dead so he must have been too.

Why isn't he dead?

Things might be easier if he were.

Now, I may be forced to change position in my forest. I may have to leave.

I refuse to connect with humans again.