Forgiven
Song:
"Rafael" (aka Gasman)
I flew up in the air, letting the strong winds push my feathers around. The breeze made it hard to see, so I landed early. I turned around. Lydia was staring at me, mouth open. I slammed my wings back into a folded position, suddenly self-concious of them.
"You're...you're...a mutant." she stuttered, shaking her head. I nodded slowly. Her face turned from shocked to angry.
"And you never thought of telling me?" she yelled, stomping off. I ran after her, and grabbed her hand. Her brown eyes stared back at me, but there wasn't any kindness in them now.
"What." She half asked, half-demanded.
"I didn't want you to know that I'm a...freak." I confided. It was true. The last thing that I wanted to do is scare everyone off. It's not my fault. Lydia's pink lips curved upward in a smile that quickly faded.
"It's over." she said, yanking her hand from mine.
Lydia
He never thought to tell me? That's enough for me not to trust him. I ran off, but then peered around the corner, biting my lip. His wings were white with little caramel-colored freckles dusted around the edges. His long blond hair was rustled in the wind. He really was telling the truth. I clenched my jaw unvoluntary. But nevermind. He can't be trusted. All of the sudden, I was grabbed from behind by strong arms, and carried off into the sky. I breathed slowly, and looked up. Rafael's face was above me, pulling me upward. He flapped, and we shot forward. He dropped me on a tree branch, a redwood's, so we were easily 75 feet in the air.
Rafael
I gazed at Lydia. Though she was terrified, she still looked beautiful. Her long fudge-brown hair was whipping in the wind, and her deep brown eyes were staring at the ground. Her hand was clutching the nearby branch so tightly that her hands were turning red.
"Trust me?" I asked. She shook her head. I noticed that she was shaking.
I jumped from my branch to hers, and pulled her to a stand. I took off again, this time climbing farther into the blue sky. When we were about 200 feet up, Lydia smiled, but she didn't stop. I pulled her to face me, still holding her so she wouldn't fall. I kissed her, hoping that she would surrender, and she did. I pulled back and hoped for the world that she was still mine. As if in response, she leaned her head against me, and we floated there for a while, each asking for this moment to never end.