- 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘔𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘛.

- 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘌.

The fall was slow and warm. He could feel the sun's rays wash over him as the wind rushed past his ears. He felt so good, so free.

The screams and cries of lovers and friends couldn't reach him right now. He wouldn't let them ruin how amazing he felt. The broken wings he once agonized over slowly felt like they were piecing together in a symphony of broken glass and wine. He knew he wouldn't fly after this, and he was fine with it. Was this how Icarus felt, he wondered.

Bright orange hair fluttered violently, but his gaze was calm. People often told him they could see what he was thinking just by looking at his face, so how did he look now? Was he smiling? Did he finally look happy?

The last thing he saw was the sun, it's bright gaze shining upon him before the world finally went dark.

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A/N: lol hi 👋😳 I'm back and I MIGHT have a new story 🤔 idk yet lol we'll just have to see 🙈✨