Wings

Sunlight crept in through the bars of his cell's window, illuminating Ty's skin. He glanced idly at his calloused hands as a small, sad smile formed.

Even with the sun present, the jail cell still felt cold and gloomy. What kept Ty warm were the memories he shared with Gemma.

He took another look at his glowing hands and shut his eyes tight, leaning his head against the cemented wall. So many thoughts came rushing to him immediately.

What he truly treasured were the memories of the both of them in that painting shed, basking in the light of the descending sun, and then sleeping under the starry sky afterwards.

That night... That was the night wherein Gemma was beginning to open up and trust Ty. And, honestly, that was all Ty ever wanted from Gemma.

He had convinced himself he had forever to become closer to Gemma. It turned out the forever he so dedicatedly worked for ended up lasting for less than a month.

He really did miss Gemma.

Gemma…

Her eyes during Ty's trial were so sad and lonely, sometimes he wondered whether or not he did the right thing by letting her go. Yes, in the eyes of the state he did, but through his eyes it was like caging a bird.

Weren't the both of them like birds? Maybe even butterflies. Birds or butterflies, what was the difference? Both were beautiful creatures not meant to be locked up in a cage.

Too bad the both of them were.

Gemma in London, Ty in a jail cell.

Their wings were too dirtied and broken to be able to help them to fly to their own chosen paths. There was nothing Ty could really do but to sit out on this one.

He clenched his hands at the thought of it. He hated feeling so helpless and restless.

Damn the walls and everything else separating them; he'd already be by her side if only these broken wings could fly.

Ty had so many things planned out for him and Gemma. By now they should've been dancing under trillion stars, so far from the judging eyes and hateful stares. So many things had gone to waste…

Still, he never took that night for granted. He'd always remember it for the rest of his life. And as he gazed out of his window once more, he wondered if Gemma will too.

Just a short one-shot inspired—and maybe even loosely based—on Birdy's "Wings." (Go check her out! She's awesome.) Also, Happy New Year! :)

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