Prompt: Rocket Ship822Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhXiUhpEMDe
Song: The Boy with White Wings SOSOSO-p ft. Kagamine Len
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For as long as she could remember, she’d always had big dreams.
One time, when her mother was brushing out her beautiful dark curls, she’d discussed it with her. She was young at the time, but she fully remembered how the conversations made that day went.
She’d remembered that she had a history class that day, where he teacher told her about the moon landing; she had told her mother about what had happened that day and she confessed that she wanted to go into space- on the moon.
Her mother chuckled. “And how are you going to get to the moon, sweetie?”
“In a big rocket ship!” She exclaimed, freeing herself of her mother’s grip on her hair to turn to her. “One made of candy!”
“Really?” And her mother went back to work, the two discussing other topics after that.
When her father- or in reality, her mother’s long-term boyfriend- came home, it was a different scenario. Her father was a banker- he didn’t get much, but they could thrive none the less. She, hyped up on the reaction her mother had given, had told him the same thing.
Instead of a softened expression and words of exception, his face fell. “I thought you’d know better.” He started.
“Daddy?”
“do you know about the tale of Icarus?” He asked her. She shook her head, and he sat down with her. He told her the whole story. Or maybe just his version of the tale, she was never too sure.
It was of a young boy- named Icarus- whose father had created beautiful wings of wax. He was told he could use these wings as much as he wanted, with one condition. And that was that he could not fly too close to the sun.
He often flew, and he loved flying, he’d told her, but he was always trying to go faster, higher than he should. One day, he saw a flock of birds flying close to the sun. He became envious of these birds, and pushed himself to do the same thing. As he did, he saw the most beautiful sight he’d ever saw.
But that was taken away as his wax wings melted in the sun. He plunged to the sea, as he could not fly nor support himself in the air, and drowned in the ocean.
“And if you aim too high, that may happen too.” He finished his story, leaving her with wet eyes.
And she lay awake that night. Her mother and ‘father’ fought, mother screaming about how her daughter was too young for the story, and the man fighting back, saying she needed to grasp reality as quick as possible.
She’d stayed awake thinking how maybe he was right- maybe she should aim so high. So she decided she wouldn’t.
The next day, she went to her primary school as per usual, and she threw out all her sketch books that, at the time, were filled with all her aspirations for the future. Her teacher asked why, but she decided to not answer the older woman. When she came home, the man she had thought of as her father was gone, and any trace of him had also disappeared.
And that was when she found out the man she had referred to as father for seven years was not who she thought he was. In less than twenty-four hours, her life had been completely flipped around; what would be the next harsh reality she would have to face?
The years passed steadily. In stead of aiming high, like she would have done, she indulged in simple pleasures. She adored the attention of other people, and bask in her classmates praises of beauty. From twelve years old upwards, she had a steady stream of boyfriends; this was good for her- someone who she didn’t care about would wait on her like a dog, men and women would become jealous of the pair, and that made her even more popular.
And finally, in the summer of the current year, she had gotten bored of this lifestyle. It was draining; and many of her peers already had committed relationships with a boyfriend or girlfriend. And these weren’t just flings- some of these couples actually seemed like they loved each other.
The prom was already upon her and unlike normal, this year she hadn’t gotten a date. Every year before she’d had one, but this year she’d dumped the guy she’d been together with because she’d found out about some very… interesting hobbies he’d had.
She was bored. She wanted a dance. And then, in the middle of the song every teen had been listening to that summer, on it’s sixth repeat, she saw a boy who she knew was in the one of the same classes as her- how could she forget those eyes that never kept to one color?
They talked for a small amount of time. Those eyes- blue, ringed with gray at that moment- made a shiver go down her spine every time he focused on her.
They danced together, and got rip-roaringly drunk togerther. As his movements got increasingly more elastic as the drinks kept flowing and the night kept on, she realised she was having the best time of her life. She felt she didn’t want to separate from him. Would she fly too close to the sun wishing that?
She could not remember anything of what happened in the hotel that night; but she knew the two of them were together that night. That somewhat secured her obsession to him.
She started messaging him. When he didn’t respond to them, she got people she knew to try to get him to talk to her. When this didn’t work, she started to memorise his schedule, and to watch over him. When this grew to be not enough, she memorised his family’s schedule, and started to watch him at night, not even moving, just staring.
After a little while, she tried to find another thing that would bring the two closer again. And then she realised it; and she texted those words to him.
Now he would have to see her.
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Wow, this is my longest chapter so far.
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