The wings

He was playing with his puzzles as usual and she was looking at him from afar. He had really nice and long white wings... and hers were just so small and kind of broken, she could barely raise herself since she got that accident. She went to him very quietly not to disturb him, otherwise, he'll step back and offer her a spot but he wouldn't allow her to do what she was planning to do.

He had this wonderful and huge wings... still he'd never fly too far nor too high, she kept on wondering why didn't he even try? He seemed to be comfortable right where he was and she wasn't going to question his reasons but certainly his wings were so beautiful... she couldn't handle it anymore and touch one of them. The small winged being turned around a bit annoyed and said: - "Hey!"

- "I am so sorry!" She said truly sorry and about to cry.

- "Why did you do that?" The kid asked looking at her angrily.

- "I just... I just wanted to touch them..." She answered.

- "Touch your own!" He said and fly away and she turned her head a bit to see her own and there was no point, her wings weren't even comparable to his.

She started playing with the puzzle herself thinking she won't bother him anymore. They suppose to be friends but he was always so sneaky with her. Always pulling her away, like if she was going to harm him! It was senseless to her, he was bigger and obviously stronger. Also, why wouldn't he consider their friendship? She'd admit she didn't actually care about their friendship in the beginning, but now she was starting to treasure him; still, he seemed so distant. Why couldn't she just touch his wing? Why was him so stingy? She didn't mean to take away any of his wings or take anything from him, then why was him so caring towards her? She was mad now. Always running away, always stepping back, always acting so cautious. She left the puzzle and walk away from there, she was going to go to the river, she couldn't even understand why he was always playing with that puzzle in that edge, she wouldn't say seeing the clouds wasn't entertaining but being so close to the edge was also scary, even if they could fly... especially to someone with damage wings as hers.

He came back after a short while, he found her playing around in the river, she was just splashing the water between her hands and enjoying herself.

- "I am back". He said looking at her.

- "Alright". She answered without looking at him but focusing her eyes on her hands full of water yet.

- "Do you want to play?" He asked timidly and she looked at him with a mad face yet.

- "What game?". She asked a bit curious. He didn't know any real games other than the ones they've already played thousands of times and after his reaction, she wasn't in the mood to play any of them. He looked at his wings.

- "Let's throw rocks to the river." He said smiling.

- "We always do that. I don't want to right now." She said sharply.

- "If you win you can touch my wings." He told her blushing a bit and her face lighted up.

- "Really!?" She said smiling openly now, but her excitement slowed down fastly when she looked around and saw her own wings. "What if you win?" She said caressing her right wing.

- "You don't touch my wings." He answered and she smiled looking at him again. He surely knows how to be careful not towards himself only, but also towards her; suddenly all her anger slipped away and she wonders if all his considerations were focused on protect himself only, or if like just now... he was safeguarding her interests as well; after all he knew better what happened to her... and he never asked anything from her. "He is a real friend, a good one!" She thought and as she was smiling he smiled back at her too. They started throwing tiny rocks to that huge river.

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