30-kisses prompt 5. hey, you know...
Two little chickadees sitting in the sun.
One flew away and then there was one.
Amane is balancing barefoot on a tree limb a good five metres above the ground."You know," says Ryou, watching her ragged skirt flutter around her knees, "you're mad."
"Am I, now." If her voice were a color, it would be pale grey. She had not spoken for six days after Mother died. On the seventh day, she had recreated herself in monotone. "Climb up here, will you?"
Ryou touches the tree, and hesitates. A thought dafter than Amane has come to him. "Are you going to push me off?"
"Don't be stupid. If climbing a tree means I've finally cracked, then let's be insane together."
He hauls himself up the tree to her branch and clings to the trunk, clumsy beside her stable grace. "Now what?"
She stretches her arms out to the sides. "Now, I fly."
