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flash fic No.3

I made it. I made it to here, even with my constant worrying brother, my half working lungs, my medical kit that I was so tired of after years of needing to take it everywhere.

I was here, on the top of the world. I felt how the fresh air brushed against my skin, making it slightly pink, adding color to its greyish tone. I took a deep breath, filling my rickety lungs with cold air.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I got to the limit I could breathe in at once, yet, I didn't stop until I was full of the air produced by the enormous trees around us.

"Are you okay? Do you need to rest a bit?"

My brother was always like this. He was my big, strong brother, protecting me from everything ever; which was really sweet of him, but I couldn't really live. Neither him.

He always said that it was totally alright with him, he loves me so it's not a big sacrifice. He could say this with such a convincing tone that I think even he believed it. But I saw through him.

I knew he'd like to go out with his friends. I knew he'd like to move out and live his own life. I knew he'd like to do that all, but couldn't because of me.

So I made my decision long before this trip.

"Yeah, a little rest would be nice," I mumbled with a little loss of breath. This was a long walk, and even if I don't like to admit, this type of thing really challenged me and my body.

He took my backpack from me and helped me to sit down near the edge of the bridge. Exactly how I planned.

"There there," he sat down next to me, bringing a little breeze with him. He looked around and then smiled at me.

"Now I know why you wanted to come here," he laughed a little and spread his arms out. He let out a winner's roar, and I couldn't stop one little teardrop, as I laughed too, raspy because of my dry throat.

I knew I had to do it. I knew and I wanted to do it. Yet, I hesitated. I knew it'll have consequences. But 'till now, I didn't realize that if I do this, he will break. He'll break even more, because of me, and he has to go back alone.

But I knew what I wanted and needed to do. So I started.

"It's so peaceful here, isn't it?" I asked, and I tried to handle my voice, not to break.

"Yeah, it is. It is very peaceful," he smiled, and my throat became even drier. He'll be sad, but he's strong. He'll understand one day.

"I love you," I whispered. He'll understand.

"I love you, too..." he said, and he didn't realize soon enough what I was about to do. He only realized, when I was already on my way down.

I flew like a light feather. My lungs filled with fresh air, and for the first time, it felt relieving, not a hard thing to do.

I know he'll understand. Maybe not now, but he'll understand someday. I want him to live, and if it means that I should fly, I'll fly. So I flew.

A/N: it was an entry for a writing contest, enjoy