At last! I'm free! I'm finally free! I've spent ten years in that prison! Why? Because I'm different! Just because I have wings doesn't mean I'm a threat! But it doesn't matter anymore because I'm free! I missed this feeling! The wind blowing under my wings and that sense of freedom! I feel alive! That sounds like something from a bad movie, but it's exactly how I feel!
Where should I go first? My parents? No, they'll just alert the authorities and I'll end up back in that hell hole. There's only person I can turn to…Allison Carver. My wife of sixteen years.
We met in an elevator that had broken down. We had six hours of time to pass, so we just started talking. We didn't stop talking until they fixed the elevator. Not very romantic, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I can't wait to look into her green eyes and tell her how much I love her. To brush her long, wavy brown hair from her face. To feel her soft skin. To kiss those lips made of clouds. That's who I'll see first. I'll tell her how much I love her, and how happy I am that she stayed loyal to me throughout this hardship. She's the best wife I could ever have wanted.
When I'm done telling her what's happened and all the other things…I'm going to take her to Italy. She's always wanted to go, but we've never had the money and she didn't want to go without me. That's one of the best things about Allison. She's a very caring person. Not just to me, but to everybody. She'll nurse a sick alley cat back to health. She'll take someone she doesn't know to the hospital. She's perfect.
I don't know how I managed to do it. To get her attention. I'm not exactly a ladies' man. I'm scrawny, I have bushy hair and I was unfortunate enough to be the youngest of three, so I didn't get braces. Which means my teeth aren't straight as a pin. I wasn't the smartest kid in school, I'm poor and I have a muscle in my neck that twitches sometimes because of a heart attack I had when I was born. I shouldn't be complaining though. She loves me, and that's what matters.
I wish I could stop, because this Arizona heat is killing me, but if I'm to make it to my house I need to fly non-stop. That's another thing. The first time I showed my wings to Allison…She cried. Not bad cry, but she cried tears of joy. She had been through so much, the loss of her father, she was recently attacked and she lost her job…She said I was like her guardian angel and that when she was with me she never felt afraid.
I only took her flying once. It didn't scare her, but it scared me. I was afraid I would drop her. I remember the last thing she told me before I went to that wretched prison. She said…Don't drop the soap. She always did know how to make me smile. I didn't realize how much I've missed her.
Whoa! This wind is really starting to pick up…I can barely push through it…I'm too exhausted to fight this current. I'll just let it take me. Just glide for a bit…Shit! Airplane! Engine! Propeller!
My last thought was of Allison's smile. I wish I could've seen it one more time.
A/N: Thanks for reading and extra thanks to those who review. I wanna thank MyWeirdWorld for BETAing.