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CHYNA

I sat on the ledge of the roof, staring down below. It was late, yes, but there were still fairies out there. The way their wings sparkled in the moonlight was absolutely beautiful.

I looked up at the stars. They were different then the ones back in San Francisco. There was something about them that made me happy, even though I would be dead in less than a week.

If I jumped down, would that take all the pain I've brought to people's lives away?

I could just not use my wings at all. Then it would be possible.

I carefully stood up, and balanced myself on the ledge.

It kind of reminded me of that time that I tried Gymnastics, but fell of the balance beam and broke my wrist.

I never tried it again.

I took a deep breath and looked down. "It's time to end this," I whispered. Then I jumped, but was immediately bounced back. I landed on the floor of the roof.

"Oof," I said, trying to get up. I rubbed my back. "Never going to try that again."

I sat back on the ledge and rested against the wall.

I heard the sound of a door opening. Someone flew in but stopped.

It must've been Fletcher. Maybe it wasn't, but I took my chances.

"Come sit with me, Fletcher."

I knew it was Fletcher because he came right away. He sat across from me, trying to get comfortable.

"Do you know how much I want to fall right now?" I said to him.

He looked at my tear stained face, and my watery eyes.

I wanted to read his mind, but I didn't. Surprise me.

"But I can't."

I put out my finger towards the sky, demonstrating my point. He seemed to understand.

"An invisible force field," he whispered. I nodded. Couldn't have said it better myself.

"You know, I really considered my options. I know I'm not going to live. Maybe Cameron won't. And I'm sure 21 other people won't, either."

I looked up at him, and our eyes met. His fiery, bright blue eyes searched mine.

"But you, Fletcher. You're different."

I think he laughed. "Is that a good thing?" This was no laughing matter. But then again, maybe it was. But I was definitely serious about what I was going to say next. I took a deep breath, waiting to express what I wanted to say for a long time.

I smiled. "Yes, it is. Because you survived the Outback. If it weren't for you, Olive, Angus, Neville, and I wouldn't be here today. Because you had the guts to go out there, survive, and then save us. I don't know anyone else who would even think of doing that."

Fletcher smiled too. My eyes grew wide just looking at him. He looked almost unsure at my words. But I meant them. All of them.

"Thanks, but I think Glimmer and Gloss have a better chance of winning." He put his head between his knees. I felt sorry for him. I wanted him to win. In fact, I needed him to win.

"Fletcher, look at me."

He didn't look up. His head stayed where it was, with no sign of movement.

"Look at me!" I didn't want to sound mean. I really needed to get this over with, so that I didn't feel guilty when I was facing death and he wasn't there to hear my words.

I moved closer to him. He needed to know this. He finally looked up, and looked surprised at how close we were.

"I want you to survive. I want Cameron to survive. I want both you and Cameron to survive. But if he doesn't, I hope it's you."

I took a deep breath, and then leaned closer.

I kissed him.

I could tell that he was not expecting that, but then he loosened up. He'd been waiting for this for a while. I thought it was horrible that I had to do it then.

We pulled apart, and I looked back down at the city. Urr was one of a kind. I had the pleasure of my words being true when I tell people that 'My first kiss was magical'. It really was.

I smiled. I was very happy. I had never been that happy, ever, in my whole life. My first kiss. With Fletcher Quimby. The perfect guy.

I got up from the ledge. Fletcher looked up. I flew over to the stairs and lingered for a bit. We were just staring at each other, as if waiting for who would pull away first.

"Thanks, Fletcher, for understanding."

I flew down the stairs. I decided that that was the moment when I would read his mind.

Does Chyna like me? Why now?

I shivered. What he said was true. So, very, true.

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