"Are you sure you want to do this?", Lucas asks softly. Alex looks small and his wings are around him protectively, but he nods. "We have to, I want to be normal at least one day, please Lucas."
It hurts. It had to hurt, Lucas cries but Alex doesn`t, he bits his lip and screams sometimes, there is blood on the ground and Lucas can`t stop crying.
"Look, I`m fine", Alex says when they are putting bandage around his back. "Fine",Lucas repeats, and his voice trembles when he sees wings laying in the corner. They are white and looks like they have been embed in red paint, the tips of feathers covered in blood. They should be in Alex`s back, not in the dirty floor in warehouse.
But Alex smiles, puts his shirt on and looks like he has never been happier, so Lucas takes his hand and they run. The lights of the city are shining in Alex`s face, and Lucas can`t help but drag him around the corner. Kisses burn like fire, and Alex feels the freedom, until the weight of the world presses his shoulders down again in the morning.
"Why? What`s wrong with us?" ,he asks week later. Alex`s wings have grown back as big and beatiful as they were before they cut them off, and Lucas doesn`t want to aswer because this is one of the worst things, Alex`s voice is quiet, only one word and Lucas is ready to take his own life and give it to Alex.
"I don`t know", he says, his voice as Alex`s. "I don`t know." Alex hugs him thighter, his wings are shivering, and sighs. "I wish this world would be better place", he says, kisses Lucas, and refuses to talk about it, because morning is already too close, and it hurts, hurts so much.
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