A short drabble of a Sparrow and a Swan(n).
"I am free, it's in my name. I am the Sparrow that flies away whenever I feel the need, whenever the air calls, the sea calls. I am the bird; I can have freedom when I choose it." He took her hands in his and looked with dark eyes into her own.
"And you, you once had that too. You were the Swan that could fly just as high as that Sparrow, maybe not as fast but more graceful. You had the chance to spread those wings and fly over the waters where you truly belong. The wings of a bird set us both free." She closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath caress her eyelids.
"But you let him cut your wings. You are no longer the creature as free as the winds. You can't grow them back, bound to him. He's stolen your freedom," he paused and his warm lips brushed hers. "But the Sparrow will always fly free. Even over where the Swan fell, even where she took a wrong turn." He stroked her face with a gentle finger before pulling away and turning to the sea, to his freedom. She let her tears fall, let her last connection to him go as he disappeared over the horizon.
There was no more of the Sparrow and his Swan.
