"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.