Slightly sad at the end but that's the nature of things like this.
"Mommy, what's it like to fly?" A five year old asked his mother. The woman bent down and whispers in his ear.
"I'm not sure sweetheart, but I would like to think it feels wonderful." The little boy thought hard at what his mom said.
"One day, when I'm big. I'm gonna learn to fly and I'll take you with me Mommy. I promise."
Who knew that nine years later, he would keep that promise.
"Come on, mom, I've got something to show you." the fourteen year old said as he dragged his mom to the roof of their home.
"What is it sweetie?" The sun was just setting and the breeze was light and warm.
"Remember when I was little? I promised you something, I always keep my promises." And with that as her only warning, they took off at a gentle pace. They played with the clouds, raced wild birds, ran their hands over the water of a small lake, and let their problems stay earthbound as they soared through the darkening sky. But all things must come to an end and they dropped back onto the rooftop of their home once more.
"Danny, that was amazing! Thank you, thank you so much." She hugged her son warmly.
Danny fell asleep that night thinking about the hours he spent with his mom. He sighed as he turned over in his bed.
"You're welcome, mom. I'm not even upset that I had to die to keep this promise. I'd do anything for you, Mommy." And with that last thought, Danny Fenton/Phantom fell asleep.