Nov 17 2020, 02:20 PM
"You won't," James said, hopeful
His wings opened gently, big and soft and so strong. They withstood the strongest of winds, and maybe they lost feathers along the way, but they continued to remain beautiful. Despite the sadness in James' eyes, the eternal weight of selflessness and criticism of himself on his shoulders, he stood tall.
And maybe he could get better without some stupid trial. For Tahi.
"I'll catch you," James said, the metaphorical grip on Tahi-shei's wrist turning into tender fingers taking his hand instead, "Together, Tahi."
Maybe what James needed was to see that if he could lift someone else up, he could lift himself up too. He could rise too. He was shaking, wings lifted, head lowered, shaking with anticipation.
'I love you,' was thought, the words dangling off the tip of his tongue, ready to fall if Tahi dared to fall, to let James catch him.
They'd grow wings on the way down, one each. Only together would they fly.