He stood at the seaside cliff, looking out to the horizon. She was out there somewhere, wings outstretched, riding the updrafts; watching for signs of life in the waves and diving out of the sun when she found it.
He wanted to be with her. He wanted it more than life. The Gods would give him wings: they knew his heart.
He stepped to the cliff’s edge, sun in his eyes, wind battering his cheeks. She was out there; he would find her, join her, they would be together, finally for all time.
He found it easy to step off.
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