Max.
I can't, I'm sorry, but I'm failing!
I remember that night, when I heard you think about…
You were wondering if you should ask me.
I said yes.
You asked me if I could.
I said yes.
You asked me if I'm sure, because you could probably come up with another one.
I said yes.
And then we stayed awake all night in preparation for the future.
Oh Max, I wish you were here with me.
Our plan is working!
My mission is going as planned!
Except…
The way everyone looks and thinks at me…
I know you know the truth; I can hear your encouraging thoughts.
But I don't want to be a traitor.
I know I'm not really one. But I still…
Max.
Can you come and save me?
Please.
I hate it here!
I don't want to and I can't.
Oh Max I'm so sorry bu-
Angel was sitting in the room that the white-coats had given her to sleep in.
Her pencil had broke.
She reached to take another pencil, and as she held the piece of wood- something in her changed.
She dropped the pencil, got into bed and hugged Celeste under the blanket, wishing she had someone to stack hands with other than a stuffed bear.
Yet she knew she must stay, for that is the only way she can aid her flock.
a/n: JFW1415- thank you for the reviews (Melissaeverlasting thank you too). You asked why does the flock love flying if it hurts them?
I myself would love to fly, to spread my wings and catch the wind, no matter whats the cost. But thats just me.
Another thing- the flock is stronger then humans so jumping from a 2 story building, isn't as painful as it sounds.
Plus the cold wind might help a bit (like ice to bruises).
You also said - 'there is pollution in the sky. That's what's causing global warming'.
I guess Iggy was talking relatively; with his heightened senses he probably did smell the pollution but it was less strong. (Like when you come out of the bathroom and the air seems cleaner.)