The suggester loves
My Wings II by =
3wyl for a number of reasons...
1) This scares me. Seriously. Heights = falling = notfun.
2) That leads me to the fact that the concept is great. Falling is flying - so you aren't really falling, and you aren't going to die. No, we never die until that moment when we hit the ground.
3) The actual technical skill is really good too. The composition and the different focuses really make this something a little different, which is nice. (
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`RockstarVanity )
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The apartment tiles were small on the patio, leaving marks on his heels as he pressed his weight against them. It had been 6 years since he had been back at his parents place, and it brought back some ill memories.
He stood on the other side of the railing, his toes dangling over the edge. As he glanced down at the world below he could see the courtyard was empty, save a few trees and many more stark white tiles. His hands were gripping the railing behind him as he leaned forward, shifting his weight out into the open air. He thought it would make him nervous, but he was instead content. It was 6 years ago that he stood at this exact same spot and thought about ending his life.
Today wasn't going to be the same. Some words a friend shared with him that day had brought him inside, and today he wanted to come back to the same place where so much pain had gathered and let it free. He could feel the weight of it all lifting away from his body, guilty wings soaring into the open air. He tightened his muscles and pulled his body back toward the railing, his heels bearing his full weight on the edge.
"When you can't run, you crawl, and when you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you," he said to himself as he looked out on the sunset falling behind the opposite building. He had found someone to carry him for a while, and now he could run again.