-Girl-
When I wake up everything is wrong.
I am not in my forest.
It is light, the sun is bright enough to see through my eyelids.
I am warm.
There is something covering me, it's soft.
I hold still and listen, I should not be awake in the light.
This is wrong.
I hear slow breathing. Too slow. Deadly slow.
This is wrong.
I hurt, I ache.
Why?
I remember the boom and the fall and the crash.
I remember red and white in flashes.
I remember panic and pain.
And then I remember nothing.
What was the boom? Why did I fall? How did I get here? What is this place that isn't my forest? I need to know.
I open my eyes.
I see white, I see metal, I see one of them.
I see a human.
I see my boy.
He is looking at me.
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The Girl with Wings
FantasyEveryone is born with something. I got wings. ............... This is the English version of my Italian translation project, enjoy!