Ivan
I don't know how to fly.
For the rest of my life, which feels like it'll be shorter than longer, I will never look at a movie with an angel or someone with wings and believe they just knew how to do it. That's not how it works. You're more like a baby bird with feathers but never leaving the nest. That's a weird fucking feeling, and your back doesn't appreciate it. There's also the new pain from the weight you're not used to, which is even worse. Not to mention the muscles that aren't used to the movement and the new set of nerves you've grown that your brain is still trying to come to terms with.
All of that while you're trying to be inconspicuous and run away.
"I can't fold them in!" I hissed angrily as we ran through the trees. The small forest was dense, and the wings kept hitting the trunks and branches, which was killing me. "I can't even make them do anything!"
