that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried
It is so nice to fall into this moment with her. To pretend in these fleeting minutes. To be this charming boy with a quicksilver smile—the one who makes the girls smile and brings heat to their cheeks. The one who has nothing to worry about except for the next moment and the one after that. The one who lives in the warmth and the sunshine, who has everything going for him, but he’s not that boy.
Maybe he never was.
But it doesn’t matter when he’s standing here like this with her, in this world that she has made just for them. Because in this world, he can be that boy. He doesn’t have to worry about the setting sun because there is no curse waiting for him with open jaws. He would simply sleep in this world, would only dream.
“You are perhaps the only one to tell me I am nice,” he says as he turns to look at her more fully, looking at the delicate lines of her face—the brightness of her eyes. “There are plenty of others who would attest to quite the opposite.” But he doesn’t mind that she is the one to see this soft part of him.
He is glad to share it with at least someone.
At her next question though, his own eyes brighten and his lips spread into a wide grin. He admires her wings openly, thinking of the ones that decorate his own mother, and he feels the breath catch in a way he had not though that it could in this dreamworld. “I would very much like to fly with you,” he answers instead. Because while the wings would be nice, it is not the thing that he truly wants.
He wants the freedom in the sky.
He wants the exertion until his body is spent, the energy drained from him.
He wants to float alongside her and pretend, for just a moment longer.
so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried
