"Shall I take you?" said the girl standing in front of me.
"Why would you?"
"Because I think you're beautiful."
"Don't mess with me!" I started screaming at the girl. "How could anyone like me be beautiful? ...I'm not even whole."
"That may be true, but..."
"Then how can you say that!"
"But I still think that you are beautiful, and I want to take your wingless form to where it cannot go on its own."
The girl opened her hand and held it in from of her.
"You..."
"Shall I take you?" The girl uttered the same question.
As I reached for her hand, she disappeared.
I then woke up. Alone. Again.
