wings are made to fly fly fly
fly fly fly
if my wings could flyin this world, things are a bit different. in this world, you get your wings and one pair only, so you have to use them carefully. and when you reach adulthood, you have no choice but to use them forever. use them or fall like the rest of us.
see, there are two highways. one highway is for the people who, when they reach adulthood, are there flying with their wings along it for the rest of time. but don't worry, there's always an open spot for you. and you never get tired, unless there's very specific circumstances.... but otherwise, this highway is the desirable place to be past adulthood. and its name is the highway to heaven. even though it doesn't actually go anywhere.
but the other highway... is not desirable. the other side is for people who can't get out of their own head. their feathers are rotted and torn, and they can't fly to get out of their highway. they roam the street forever, crying out in pain as they pool blood from their broken wings. endless pain. they can't fly so they're on the hard cold concrete, wandering forever. the people who are there often fight for no reason. this highway is named the highway to hell, even though, again, it doesn't go anywhere.
but there is one more spot that's not exactly either side. it's where the people who are emotionless and cold go. they sit on the highway walls or in the chasm between the two sides. but it's just as filthy as the bad highway. there's trash everywhere, and you have to fight for a home. and it's not even permanent. this is named the chasm, and nobody wants to be there. and there's a great chance of getting lost in there; it's like a maze. so save your own wings and never go in there.
in this world where you can either fly or be trapped in your own mind, there aren't many options. but maybe, just maybe, nine boys are willing to break the boundaries of reality.
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fight or flight (nct 127)
Hayran Kurguin a world where you can either fly or be trapped in your own mind. • short story • lowercase intended