FLY MAN

I’m really in heaven right now, says the angel. Is this heaven?

I’m torn between not wanting to leave him alone in the sky, or simply being afraid that his body might prevent her from doing the same thing as him, and so, if unfortunately that were to happen, she would no longer be able to fly away from the hospital. And the only solution left to her would be to talk.

During these 3.21 seconds of exchanging looks, this is the person with whom I exchanged the most words. I had time to hate, to understand, to love, to comfort, and to curse this look. That bastard cursed me. I am stuck in this fake heaven. I should have… All of this is false, everything is false, I am just, I am just a fly, a fly incapable of flying.