Joon was a bit tipsy but still he managed to carry me. I felt how turmoiled his mind was about everything.
When he maneuvered us through the doorway, he put me down. “You have to walk now. I can't carry you up those stairs.”
I nodded. My mind was a bit muddled. I flinched when Joon supported me while going up the stairs. He usually did not touch my wings, said it felt otherworldly as if it wasn’t supposed to exist.
He noticed my reaction. “Maybe Jin is right. That magic just is magical because it doesn’t obey the laws of time, while everything else has to.” Maybe I drank too much. I felt nauseated as we made up the stairs. “When the passage of time is less apparent that’s when magic flourishes. Like at night time.”
I nodded. He probably didn't see me nod, but it felt like the right thing to do.
"It makes sense," he proclaimed. I didn't think it did, but I continued nodding as we went upstairs.
Joon carried me when we got to the hallway. "Don't have to," I protested.
"Reminds me of when we used to get drunk in University," Joon giggled fondly.
"Shouldn't have opened another bottle," I said as I pushed my door open with my free hand.
"But we were both sad and angry. We can't end this, sad and angry." He said dropping me onto the bed quite clumsily. "You alright?" He asked worried.
I giggled. "Umm yeah. Fine." Maybe a bit more nauseous.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"No. Wings. No space." I couldn't muster the energy or coordination to pull back my wings.
I cuddled up as I heard him gently close the door behind him.
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Fanfiction"Why does everyone keep saying that? How isn't it me when I did it? I thought it. With my own brain and did it," I shouted. " And I still can sense the thought, the thought of wanting to kill you." He just kindly looked back at me and said, "Then t...
