I'm sorry! I know, I'm late! Also, I'm sorry it's so short!
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I would have never thought that the poor boy had met only hours before, shivering and tired, could be this happy.
Marcus's feet were slipped under the creature's body, holding him in place. His arms were extended upward as if he were on a rollercoaster. His blonde locks float in the gentle breeze. He's almost... angelic. The boy turns to me, flashing me a smile the size of the moon.
I would have never thought that such happiness could be dragged out of that boy. He seemed so unreachable and unresponsive, living life with no emotion.
To hear his laughter, see his smile, it gives me a sense of hope.
I could be like that.
I could be happy.
I could be free.
I stare into the horizon, wondering when my time, my chance to be this way, would come.
Why not now?
I decide to enjoy the day as if it were my last. Because you never quite know, it could be my last.
"Let's land there!" I say, pointing to a small, 1950's styled ice-cream parlour. "I'm hungry."
The boy smiles brightly once more and we land, the hippaelctryon's feet skidding slightly on the asphalt.
We step in and I feel as if I am in a trance. The world seems to have shifted under my feet.
Was it coincidence or fate that has led me here?
"Marcus?" I ask, snapping the boy back to attention from his glazed stare at the menu. "I'll be right back, okay? Don't move."
He nods before returning to the menu.
I step out for a moment, breathing in the calming scent of the ocean.
A memory clicks in my mind and I recognise my sudden sensation of déjà vu.
I'm back, back to the place in which I once called home.
I remember this.
I know where I am.
Long Island, New York.
Montauk Beach.