Icarus and the Bird with Clipped Wings
48.
'You're looking better,' Kouji said. And Kouichi was. He had more colour in his cheeks now and, more importantly, he didn't look so empty like he had once the medications kicked in.
'I want to walk,' Kouichi explained. 'That's something I can get back.'
And Kouji understood. Why he didn't want to use his hands for what little they could probably have managed. Because he wasn't going to get them back. And they mattered far more.
Or maybe not. Dreams and freedom. Walking was freedom, in a way, if you had the choice in where to go and there weren't doors locking you in at every turn.
Why don't you think of a different dream? the psychiatrist had asked. You've got your small goals now. But where are you going with them?
Where indeed.
He could have the freedom to walk on his own, soon. But where would he walk?
