103. Deadly and beautiful, an endless summer of love.

"Don't bring me down with you."

Yes her lies. Her lies that plant themself on me, leeches sucking away, sapping my energy. Adrenalin was the only thing that kept my body going, the pace the only thing that kept me away, putting one foot in front of the other. I'm running from the past, the present, the fear, the hate, the lost loves, the gutless stares, the hateful words. Running past everything, soaring up into the sky.

She looked up, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun. Her dress whipped up, a hand holding down the front of the hem, a beauty with golden light spilling over her bare skin. She looked sad, scared like a mouse to a cat, the fiery delight drowned out by the sun. She couldn't be older than a little child, yet she seemed older every second that past.

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The closest I've reached to the sun, my finger stretched out to the scorching heat, was today. The day where sorrow couldn't describe my pain, and love was broken and dead on the ground. My fingers look so thin and spindly, a silouhette to the golden glow, a thin black line I'm seeing through the fringe of my hair. Tears evaporated, and some dropped to the ground like rain.

I was spinning like a top, floating upwards like a boy wrapped in a cotton candy cloud. I attracted no attention, and had no intention to make anyone realize that I wasn't normal, not like the way she viewed me when I revealed what kind of creature I was.

I was in her whims, and would do anything the moment she said so. I would climb the highest mountains, kill the most monstrous beasts, hold her hand when she wanted me to, and loved her with everytime I looked in her eyes.

I was there like a mother for a baby, throwing away what I knew of shame and equal rights. I answered to her calls, did anything in the world for her. But still, she turned me away. My inhuman features, my elongated body, my thin bony legs. She couldn't accept me as I was, couldn't love me as if I were human.

There was a moment in the sky, a hang time where there were no sounds of whirring cars, or chirping birds, or the waves crashing on the shore. There was only the ever moving clouds, and the sharp high songs of the wind, the sun rays piercing towards the earth beneath. Time didnt stop, and I didnt stop spinning.

Head first, I fell to the ground like a spinning top, an alien speed, faster than a tornado, faster than a light. And as I tumbled to the ground I heard her call out. Her sweet, beautiful musical voice calling out to me, for me to stop. Pulling up before I reached the ground, I floated down with all the grace I could manage, only seconds before killing myself, and killing her.

"I'm sorry," she said, her hands on my wings. She streamed out the feathers, as I shivered from the gentleness of her touch. I pulled her to me and my body consumed her, my hands wrapped tightly around her back. My wings curled over our bodies, and it was as though the clouds itself had wrapped us up in their heaven.

Nicole (: