Inspired by “Wings” — Birdy

You’d been quieter lately. Not avoiding him — not exactly — but softer around the edges, fading like a photograph left in the sun. Mikey didn’t know the reason. He didn’t know if he’d done something, or if something had happened to you, or if life had simply decided to pull you toward a different sky. But he felt it. He always felt you.

One evening, after Toman finished their meeting, he found himself walking in the direction of your house without even realizing. His feet moved before his brain did — like they remembered something he didn’t want to admit out loud. Your window was open. Your curtains moved with the wind. You were sitting on the floor with your knees pulled close, staring at nothing.

He stopped on the street, hands in his pockets, hair messy from the ride..He didn’t call your name. He didn’t climb up. He just watched… and hurt quietly. Because you looked like someone who was trying to grow wings — even if it meant flying away from him. He whispered to the night, voice barely audible: “…Don’t leave me behind.” It wasn’t a plea. Just a truth. One he wasn’t brave enough to tell you face-to-face.

He would stay until your light went out. He would stay even after that. Like a boy terrified of losing the one person who made his world feel soft.