It was an irony, really. They were too different, too diverse, too akin to being worlds apart in an infinite universe, but when mixed, merged and blended collectively like the potency united by a bartender's hand, they were, side by side, set apart, the most perfect, predestined, shackled-by-the-chains-of-fate pair that eternity has ever mustered.

True, they were the flawless example of living, breathing, paradoxes, but that didn't matter.

His wings, clipped; his heart yearning for flight. Her feathers, intact; yet bound to the ground. But when gaps were filled and loose ends tied up…

… One being soared the night.

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Pretty cheesy, I know. Haha.

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