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The dark waters of the lake below me ripple as the wind dances over its large flat surface
I look down and get lost in the patterns being formed on the glassy top, my reflection is blurred and slightly distorted, the colour of the lake reflected in my eyes, I feel as though if I lent forward I would be able to see the bottom, but I also feel like I might drown if I get to close, I close my eyes and smell the air, "its going to rain", I say, there isn't anyone to hear me except myself but that's OK, I look up to the sky expectantly "its gonna rain" I repeat, and then it does
I smile as I spread my wings, stretching them to their fullest extent, flexing them letting my warm blood pump through my cold veins
I stand there getting drenched
I watch as the rain drops play a mocking game with the water of the lake, each drop hitting its hard surface then jumping back up out of its reach and then finally losing to gravity and being pulled back under the water to add to the mass of water molecules already settled there
Its as I stand there sharing my own company that I realise how much I miss human company, how much I want to play a mocking game with someone, how much I want to feel another body beside mine, how much I want to feel his body beside mine
I wonder what he's doing, is he thinking about me, does he still care, does he still carry the same feelings I do, does he feel the same burden as I do
I wonder...
I'm snapped out of my thoughts as a loud clap or thunder rumbles through the sky, quickly followed by a fork of lightning eliminating the landscape for a few seconds with a light bright as day only instead of a yellow light it was blue
And then it all goes dark again
Its in that instant that I make my decision, that I'm going back, not for revenge, not for my friends but for him,
So through my mind I beg him to wait, which is as useless as screaming it to the sky, but I beg him to wait, because I'm coming, and when I come I'll make it right, that's a promise
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The storm is getting worse, the rain pumbling down hard and strong, the wind is harsh and unforgiving
My face is cold as ice as I fly as straight as I can, getting buffeted by the wind
I'm wearing a thin shirt with newly torn jeans, my hands are stiff with cold, and my eyes are blurred from the elements, fogging my vision
I need to find somewhere to bury myself while it all blows over, and then once its clear I can start looking for him, he who left without a word, without a reason
I have been searching now for 3 days
I've had little sleep, little food and hardly any comfort
Warmth has become an issue as the rain came in, it looks like it has set its self in for a long time, trying to wash away the pain that has settled
I like to think of rain as the tears of a god, not that I'm religious but just someone that is viewing us, watching the rat race
I like to think of it as the tears of a god who watches every mistake ever made, every murder, every rape, every person who's having a shitty day
Untill he or she brakes down and cries, letting the tears just wash it all away, then he or she can get up and get on with it again
Its an idea, almost comforting
These are there thoughts that haunt me as I fly
Blindly through the storm
I'll find him, I thought, I swear I'll find him and when I do...