Fright? or Flight?
Carson's POV
"The ocean is a beautiful thing. Kind of like you." I was crying. He loves me... that much? "Will anyone else come up?" He asked, wiping away broken tears. In the cramped crowd, a hand rose, he or she stood, it was Emily. My life long friend, but when doctors found a new kind of cancerous tumor in her brain, I haven't seen her since. She was taller, her hair was a light brown mixed with auburn. She wore a beautiful black, laced, empire waist, dress. She walked up to the stage where my coffin was.
"I haven't been able to see Carson since I was 15, because of a cancerous tumor in my brain, then she moved, and I never heard from her again."
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"Carson?" I fluttered my eyes open, and Emily was right there. I instantly hugged her.
"Emily! AHHHH! I haven't seen you in forever!"
"It's only been 3 years." She joked.
"Wait, you're, not surprised?"
"About what?" I looked behind me, my wings were folded, I opened them, and she fell backwards, terrified. She moved back more away from me.
"W-what happened to you!?" She yelled in fear, I started crying.
"I-... I don't know, I didn't know you would react like this!" I ran out the door, Clayton far behind.
"Carson!" He yelled, I kept on going, then I turned around.
"I thought people would be amazed! Not scared and terrified!" I turned back around and ran again. Clayton was too far behind to hear.
As I got through the doors of our house. I ran to my room, to the untouched balcony. I opened my wings fully, feeling the cool air through my feathers.
"Can I?" What if I could fly?
I crouched down and readied my wings, then I made a powerful flap, the wind blowing my hair around. I tried again, and again, and again. Finally finding the courage to lift off. I repeatedly flapped, I started to lift off, until I was higher than the roof.
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Sorry that it was short, I hope you like it Felicia! Thnx for reading guys, it means a lot.
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Open your Wings
أدب الهواةHi, I'm Carson, and I have 4 weeks to live before I become a terrifying, killing, nasty curse. Clayton James, or Cibseption, has been helping me since my mom died. But he's not my older brother or anything like that. When I became an angel, the wor...