She was falling, off a cliff or a mountain, it didn't matter though, she was still falling. Dead on impact. That's what she'll be. No one can survive that fall. My wings were shredded. Did I even have wings anymore? Did I ever have them? No it was she who had them. Beautiful wings made of all the light unseen. Black spots would litter them when she would get upset. Maybe that was just me though. No one else seemed to see her wings. Apparently I was the only one. I would ask her about them. Questioning how she bears the weight of the feathers on her back. She just gawked and told me that I was the one who should know. The wings were invisible to her as well. But even her glorious wings could not save her from the fall. The light that they reflected would not be a safety net. If anything they were dragging her down faster. I couldn't do anything. She was too far down for me to reach, yet I jumped. I was dead anyway. I drove straight off the cliff. The war be damned, I was going to be with her. I met her halfway, not even an ounce of my being regretted jumping. I could have sworn my wings wrapped around her. Strange, I never even knew I had wings of my own. The thought of my wings were only for a moment. I was going to spend the rest with her. I held her hand tight, and I wasn't ever letting go.