The most Fragile Angel

Andy POV

I have to go to school so I don't stand out.
to blend in.
great.
I'm not looking forward to it.

I sigh, heave myself up off my position on the floor, where I slept all night. All I can think about it what I dreamed about last night, I keep getting dreams like that. I can only think about the moment I lost my wings. If only it was how breathers imagine it. we don't just fall and end up here, and they slowly fall, or disappear. no. there's a chance we might even get thrown downstairs. They're not kind enough to let our wings go naturally. They have you stood there, waiting, eyes closed, fists clenched, just waiting for them to grab hold of you. If they have real trouble, sometimes, they go to greater methods than just holding you there. I ended up held by the wrists, but it can get a lot worse than that. it makes me screech just thinking about that moment of agony when they quite literally rip your purpose away from you, it hits you then what's gonna happen to you, and there's more than just physical pain. they just leave you lead there, and then throw you out. in a way, we're not fallen angels, because we don't fall. we're pushed.

I end up having to get the bus, uncomfortable, and surrounded by breathers. when I get to the stop, I can recognize the breathlessness of him. that's the same boots I sent running down the road last night. every time my eyes make contact with his, he looks away from me, he seems weary and conscious of me looking at him. he smirks at me a little bit this time, which makes me feel something. I don't know what it is. I don't understand human emotion. even when I was human, I only ever experienced one. anger. nothing else. affection just lead to more anger.

There's nowhere to sit when the bus turns up, other than next to him. "I don't bite, come on" I raise an eyebrow, grunt to myself. "Ashley"
"I know." he holds his out to shake mine. I don't don't shake it, just wait for him to move it away from me before I tell him my name. "Andy" I huff, notice how everyone is staring at Ashley, for no reason.

I turn to look at them all, growl a little bit, intimidate them enough to make them turn away.
Ashley looks at me, "You scared me fucking shitless last night. I thought you were gonna kill me"
"I was."
he just looks at me, blankly. obviously, these breathers see something in him that I don't. I think he's just like them. but there must be something different for them all to be staring at him like that. saying horrible things to him. "Shut up. just shut up. I-" he grabs me by the wrist as the bus pulls over to school, to stop me from pouncing on anyone. I yank myself away from him, in anger, and storm off the bus.

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