His lips were so soft as they traced loving little paths down my neck and in between my...

The blackness clamped down on me. It was just a dream. A dream that I wanted so badly to be real. Large, fat tears roll down my cheeks as I mourn the loss of the dream. I wipe them away and choke back my whimper. I can tell it's useless, I'm going to cry like a little bitch. I pull my curtain back silently and roll out of the bed, using my wings to keep me from touching the ground. They make an almost silent swoosh as they carry me out of the bunk house. I land, my feet making an earsplitting sound. It's only loud to me, in reality, it was like a cat landing from the couch. I walk through the dark bus. My phone blinks in the corner of the couch. I click it on and see the time. 4:42 A.M. We've arrived at the venue already. I darken my phone and slide out to the door, unlocking it with the feather's touch, so as to stay silent. I step into the cool early morning, the blackness a comfort. And I take off, running and flying into the night.
*THREE OF FLIGHT DAYS LATER*
Sunrise will be in two hours. A strangled cry rips out of my throat. It's accompanied by small sparks blinking in front of my face, in my eyes, and in my hands. The rage from the tears suddenly smashes into my heart. It's a dragon's side effect, tears trigger rage. I feel my hair slick back into feathers, my face elongate, and my stomach turn into an inferno. I tremble with rage. The ball of energy sits and flies from my throat, a dragon's roar and the inferno like blaze from hell that has the crackling, roaring blaze noise from the fire spewing from my throat. My hands spark, and I shoot a jet of lightning out into the sky. It catches the clouds and they ignite, the clouds already had been heavy with rain. My anger sent them into a riotous fury. I know my wings will stop, so I quickly take off towards the bus. I'm soaked by the time I land, just barely landing on my feet. I walk to the bus at the new venue. Shit! The crew would be up. No, wait. They're gone by 5:25. It's later than that. I'm soaked to the bone. The tour bus has lights streaming out of it. I count the figures moving about inside; five. The guys. I knock on the door. It flies open, the bright lights streaming out of it, casting the figure that opened the door into a black shadow. The light behind him turns him into an angel figure, with a shadowy corona surrounding him. I run my hand through my white hair, not feathers. It's soaked and sticking to my neck.
"Hi," I say, knowing I'm in trouble. How do I know I'm in trouble? Because I've never done this before. Warped is almost over, and I've been around the whole time, always in somebody's sight.
"Hi," Jake's strained voice comes back. His voice is strangled with emotion. He steps off of the bus. He looks into my eyes, and then pulls me into his chest. I feel warm water dripping through the ice cold water.
"J-Jake,"
"Mm,"
"A-are you... crying?"
"N-no," he jerks back, furiously wiping at his face. "No," I look at him again. He's got dark circles under his eyes, tear tracks everywhere. "Ivy,"
"What,"
"I thought you were dead,"
"Why would you think that,"
"You were gone for three days. Do you remember how I met you? No note, no nothing!"
"So! I needed to get out!"
"Why,"
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah!"
"NO! Why do you care!"
"Because I've fallen in love with you Ivy! You mean the world to me! I'd die if you died!"