Icarus has always been nothing more than a common human. The man has always been admired by the people around him: he was very good looking and most of all, he was kind and honest with those around him.

But Icarus wasn't interested in any of the mortal women that tried to get closer to him because he was enamored with a certain angel.. He craved a connection with you, the little angel he fell in love with. He knew he could never be able to reach you, and that realisation started making its way into his lovestruck heart. He spent his days moping around in his house. His usual spark replaced by the hopelessness that was starting to occupy his very soul. A sorrow that was rooted deep inside his bones.

Icarus' father built him a pair of wings made of wax and told him to not get too close to the sun or they would melt. The young man already knew that he wasn't going to listen to his father's warning as he hugged him for one last time.

He took flight and aimed for the sky. As he got closer to you he could feel his body burning: hot drops of wax dripping down his back. He reached a hand to touch your face but as he was about to succeed, his wings melted completely and he started falling.

Icarus wasn't sad, on the contrary. He got to be close to you. While he was falling his whole body burned with pain but he still laughed, refusing to let you see an expression of sorrow on his handsome features. "I went against my nature and growed wings for you, my love."