She dreamt of a stranger, his fractional smile a mere flicker before he disappeared over the building’s edge.
This wakes her up, filling her with irrational tension. A haunting peculiar for it is a place never seen before, with a faint touch of the ethereal.
Who are you, she quietly asks with an arm outstretched, but her words are simply mixing with oxygen.
Weeks go by, and it remains a sequence that slips in uninvited from time to time. The same wakefulness will capture her utmost attention, but there is no clue. Until one day, in the most ordinary of ways, she sees him in a street full of people. And mad is she, certainly, to have glimpsed a cordial curl of the mouth?
His gaze averts, and she pursues. Though foolish to endure without reason, she will not be deterred. They arrive on the rooftop, a scene startling alike. His foot leaning by the end of all that is.
She walks slowly, terribly afraid to see that moment. When she is but two steps away, his voice breaks.
Do you trust me? are the words uttered.
Take a deep breath. Nod of the head.
Close your eyes, he murmurs with a faint smile, and she does.
Hands curve themselves and then, the lightness of being. A scream. They are falling into gravity’s coarse arms. There is no comfort in the aforementioned thought.
He whispers against her ear, believe.
And believe, believe in facing the unknown courageously and this is when they fly upwards by the spread of his wings. Her eyes widen.
You’ve always been too afraid to face the end of your dream, he says with a gentle smile. And now you finally know.