Flying Solo

Warnings: Spoilers, suicide, slash

AN: Just watched Dead Poets Society. ;; I felt the need to get this out.

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For a moment, I was afraid that the window wouldn't open. I would try and try, but it would remain firmly lodged. I needed the window to open.

When it did, I was so relieved, so happy, that I almost forgot why I had opened it. Quickly, I slid up the other, and breathed in the biting air. It was so cold. The rush of freezing wind on my bare chest was delicious; I had never felt more alive.

The beauty of it all almost made me falter- I don't want to die nonottodaynot. No.

I closed my eyes. Tod would be sad. Poor, sad, beautiful Tod. Silently suffering Tod. I loved him. I hoped he would understand.

I opened my eyes. Tonight was a good night to fly.