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[ The video feed clicks on to an incredibly awkward angle of somebody trying to hold the camera over his back to show the dark grayblue wings attached to his shoulder blades. They twitch, ruffle, then the feed lurches and those who are quick might notice the threads of blue hair at his neck before the video turns off

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[she_was_a_gift]

The heart wants to fly, but never had any wings.

Now it's different.

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what?

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You wished, once. Wished that you could fly away, never look back.

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a long time ago, maybe. not RECENTLY.

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If the wish didn't die, but curled up and went to sleep deep beneath the ground, it could push through and grow again, come spring. All it needed was to be remembered.

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i wasn't remembering it.

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I remember.

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?

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I remember wishing. I saw the stars dying and I wished.

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you wished on a star? for this?

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I wanted...something nice to happen, for a change.

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this is nice?

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It isn't zombies.

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no, it's not. that doesn't make it nice, though.

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You don't like them.

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they're WINGS. [ Read: he has no idea what to do with them, since he sure as heck isn't going to try flying. ]