FINN
”You don’t know how to be wrong,” Remi says to himself in return, trudging through water that shifts and breathes under his feet. ”You only know how to be sorry.” The stars are calling him, if only he can clutch this feather and fly. But before flying, he must swim. Before flying, he must fall and burn. His breath catches the ashes, tightening in his chest, but he still presses on. He can’t die yet, not without his soul.
From in front he hears that he’s falling behind, and he slows his steps to let himself catch up. ”I’m here,” he wheezes. ”We go together, so I can burn. So you can give me back what’s mine. I won’t drown. I can go farther.” He clutches the feather to him, like a lifeline.
From in front he hears that he’s falling behind, and he slows his steps to let himself catch up. ”I’m here,” he wheezes. ”We go together, so I can burn. So you can give me back what’s mine. I won’t drown. I can go farther.” He clutches the feather to him, like a lifeline.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
