shaded wings

an angel's wings

• hayden - •

i began;

but hell.

i didn't know what to say.

he was right after all.

he mustered the photograph

from my balled up hands

and cursed.

and cried some more.

• the ink smudged. •

he choked out;

before he placed the delicate paper

between us.

• it's you;

roo. •

• i don't - •

• just.

please listen.

i know

that i don't know you.

i don't know your past;

and i don't know your future.

but.

i just.

ugh.

i don't care;

i mean i care but it doesn't matter;

i - •

and i held him in my arms

as he cried

and i cried

and somewhere else in the world

a child was born;

and an innocent creature

took their last breath.

he stabbed me with a pen.

• ow. •

and he rose up and laughed.

• hello;

i am baymax;

your personal healthcare companion. •

i punched him in the arm.

he took the pen to the paper;

and traced around the faded ink.

he outlined me;

at first;

and then the antler-like things

that sprouted from my spine.

i diverted my gaze to his puffy eyes;

and i could still see the hope behind them.

i recalled every miracle

he had given to me;

every single moment

of bursting happiness.

he stopped drawing

and intertwined his fingers with mine.

• i don't know your past

and i don't know your future.

but i know now

that you have the strongest wings

a bird could have.

you have the power to shade them

from the shade of the void

to the brightness of angels. •

and with our little noses

centimetres apart;

i whispered against his lips;

• and you have the power

to colour them. •

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i have been waiting to post this chapter for so long...