Wind Beneath Her Wings
Song: Airplanes
Nudge
I peered over the bush to see Fang and Maximum hovering, kissing each other gently and smiling. Max took Fang's walls down, his emotional block. In a way, he seemed unemotional because his emotions were felt so deeply, and so strongly. He made her feel amazing, and beautiful. And though she already was...he made her believe it.
I wanted to be loved like that, more than anything. Frustration bottled up in me, the pressure building. Flying. Yes, flying would make me feel better. I ran toward the cliff, and shot my brownish wings into action. The breeze picked me up as I glided away. My ten-foot wingspan was impressive, and the wings flapped with surprising strength. The cold air stung my face until it became numb. What is wrong with me?
I wondered, that no one will love me like that? As I flew silently, deathly silent, in fact; I grit my teeth and fought the urge to look down. I, the bird girl (or one of them, anyways) had a deathy fear. A deathly fear...of heights, of falling.
Silly, it might be, but it was real and raw. Max suspected nothing, and only Fang knew...
Flashback:
Seven year old Nudge sat on the stone steps of Jeb's hideout for the flock. Fang, who was ten, walked up to her, silent and dark as always.
"Let's go flying." he had stated blankly, looking at the clouds. Nudge had nodded.
"Mkay." They jumped, and into the air they flew. It was then that Nudge had first noticed the awesomeness of Fang's large black wings. They shined power as he flew, almost soundlessly. He turned, grinning.
"Dive!" he shouted. He tucked those strong wings to himself and began dropping. Nudge watching, and then his wings snapped open. He looked up at her smugly.
"Your turn!" he said mockingly. Nudge clenched her fists. No way that he would upstage her. She tucked her wings in, fracturing one wing-bone in the process. She fought back tears and continued to drop. Now! Her instincts shouted, wings!
She tried, and started to panic. She was about to hit the ground and become roadkill. She shouted, and before she could finish the scream, Fang had silently grabbed her and held her. She started crying: crying big, fat, seven-year old tears.
"Shhh, it's okay. I've got you." he had said soothingly. She grabbed his shirt.
"Don't tell Max, please." she whispered. Fang smiled.
"No. No, I won't tell."
End Flashback
But now, with my secret safe, it was nice to feel the wind beneath my wings.
And maybe I'd meet a bird-boy in the future, and I'd love him just like Fang and Maximum love each other.
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