THE END. This is it. It's been fun. Check out some of my other stories if you really liked this one.
I don't own Maximum Ride.
It was something that I had to do.
"Are you sure?" Iggy asked for what seemed like the billionth time, but I might be acting a tad bit melodramatic. It was the nerves I'm sure.
"Yes." I said, even though I wasn't. It wasn't a lie per se; I'd said it enough times -to myself and anyone who asked- that it sorta felt like the truth. I knew that I had to do this -had to, now or never.
It had to be now, because I felt like I could fly now, with Iggy's arms around me and his lips on my neck. If something changes, if something happens…well, I just won't think about that until then.
"Just know… if you fall, I'll catch you. I promise." Ig mumbled against my neck.
"I know." He already had.
The sun was setting again, and the sky was so many beautiful colors -too many shades to count- but I didn't even look at it. My attention was gripped on milky blue eyes -ones that I could swear knew exactly how to meet my gaze, even if he didn't see my eyes staring back. The breeze was strong, but not too blustery- perfect flying weather- and it sent his hair in all directions until I had to chuckle.
"What?" He asked, the side of his mouth quirked up.
"Your hair."
"What about it?"
"It looks like someone blew something up too close to you."
"You're smiling."
"How'd ya know?"
"I can hear it. You sound so happy."
"I am."
"So am I."
"Iggy?"
"Yeah?"
"It's now or never."
He sighed. "I guess so."
I took an unwilling step away from him and unfurled my wings slowly. Gray and mangled with scars and clumped feathers and chunks missing, they were something out of a horror movie -but I'll be damned if I'm not going to get them to work again.
How can I not fly when I feel so light? How can I not fly when I already feel like I am?
Extended out fully my wings weren't impressive, gruesome and disgusting yes, but not wide and proud like Max's or pure down and shine like Angel's. They just were.
Before I could think this all the way through, or stop myself, I filled my lungs as full as they would go with deep, deep breaths and jumped off the roof. This time it wasn't a dream, and this time Iggy didn't tackle me.
But the question presents itself. Fly or fall?
It's hard to say to be quite honest.
My wings caught a current and I went up- an exhilarating and amazing feeling- until I flapped. My wing muscles were lax from lack of use and I floundered a bit, dipping and wobbling through the air to the ground. Had they been stronger I would have been able to touch the clouds.
But I flew, and I'll do it again… and again… and again… and again.
Even if I never have to leave the ground.
Because I have Iggy, and he can always make me feel like I'm flying -like I'm touching the stars.
And, I'll tell you this -it's the greatest feeling in the entire world.