The wind whips my hair around, and I close my eyes. Just fall. Just get this over with. I stop screaming, and open my arms wide. No pain, no monsters...nothing can get to me now. Suddenly, something hits me, sending me flying to the side. Panicking, I spread my wings to regain balance. I steady myself and look around. Carson?? Oh damn. He fly's to me and glares at me.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He hisses. I look at him with emotion I haven't felt before.
"I was thinking what was best for you."
"Obviously not! What's best for me is you! Being alive! With me. You're my future, Tay. I can't lose you!!" He screams. I flinch and back up. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. I feel bad now. "You're a mystery, Tayler. A living mystery."
I turn away, looking at the ground, dozens of feet below me.
"I'm a lot of things. And non of them are good." I whisper. I fly away, ignoring Carson's pleads for me to stay. Nothing feels normal.
"Tayler!!!"
I slowly turn around.
"What, Carson?" I ask. He grabs my arm, pulls me to him, and holds me there.
"Do you feel that?" He asks. His heart is fast, and he's blushing. His grip on me is right and he's tense. I nod, swallowing. He then shifts so his hands are on my lower back and my hands are wedged between us. I can't move.
"Carson...?"
He bends down to whisper in my ear.
"Listen to me, please. I never meant to hurt you. Ever. Just stay with me. U wanna talk to you about something."
I pull away, sigh, and look at him.
"Alright," I nod. "What do you wanna talk about?" He swallows.
"Reproduction."
I blink, backing up.
"You mean...kids?" I ask. He nods, smiling. His smile is so sweet, and excited, it almost makes me melt. Get a hold of yourself, Tayler.
"Okay..I can't say I haven't thought about this..but Carson, it's not been been a year. I'm to young."
"I'm human years. Human years take down two years of age. Your sixteen, right? That means you're actually eighteen. You're old enough." He says, smiling excitedly. I love kids, and I love Carson..but I'm not ready.
"I'll think about it, Carson." I lie. He nods, and hugs me. I hug him back, clinging to him.
That night, laying under the stars next to Carson, he seems happy. And my mind is buzzing. I thought I wouldn't think about it but the thought won't go away. I roll on my side, closing my eyes. My eyes snap open when Carson's leg swings over mine and he rests his head on my shoulder. I freeze as his breathing slows again with sleep. I roll over to face him and swing my arm around him. He opens his eyes, but I pretend I'm sleeping. I hear his breathing turn ragged and feel him try his best to keep his hands to himself. Good, Carson. I roll back over, and feel him get up. I open my eyes, and act tired. He's staring at me.
"I know you were awake. Because I was too."