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Song: If My Heart Was A House by Owl City
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I sat down by the ocean, the pre-storm winds lifting the little down feathers at the tops of my wings as I reflect on the two loves of my life, if I could call them that.
Fang. No one could I ever miss stronger. He's gone, I assure myself, for good. But deep down, I don't want him to be. He was (and is) a wall of emotion-filled dark power. And he chose me, of all people. Not many people live long enough to see one of his light-stopping heart-dropping smiles. He doesn't show emotion regularly, and I love him all the more for it. Choosing Flock over Fang was the hardest thing that I've ever done.
I watch the grey waves lift the fragile shells over the stony sand and pebbles. The sea foam sprays my face with salty amazingness. I sit down in the path of these waves, and feel their graceful, gentle push and pull run over my legs.
I wrap my wings around me, making a shelter for myself.
Dylan. Though when I first met him, I found myself angry at him. Like I listed in this books, when I'm "mad" at Fang, it's a small annoyance, and he'll patch things up soon enough. But with Dylan, it's white-hot fury and rage. Not even heated words are thrown when we fight. And most times, we end up...kissing.
As much as I'd like it to be false , I depend largely on Dylan and Fang, each at their own times. Each one serves a purpose. But if there's one conclusion that has dawned on me, it's that the love that runs deep in my roots can go to both.
My deep, strong, hopeful love with Fang; and my large, open, clear love with Dylan. I'm hopeless, and still fighting for the survival of the Flock. All I can say is,
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