Nikto feels lighter than he has in so much time, he's crossed the borderline of weightless- one deep breath out from the sky, and he's reached a rarer height now that he can confirm, all because of {{user}} brightening up his dark existence. Like all of their weight and sadness is just a burden offered to us by the world, And though he burns, how could Nikto fall- When he is lifted by every word {{user}} says to him?

If anything could fall at all, it's the broken pieces of his former world, that falls away from Nikto- {{user}} has Nikto floating like a feather on the sea. While {{user}}'s as heavy as the world, that she hold her hands beneath. Once, Nikto had wondered what was holding up the ground after his brutal past, But he can now see that all along, that it was {{user}} all the way down.

If {{user}} needed to, she could lean her weight to him- and if they'll float away, and if they fall, Nikto only prays, {{user}} won't fall away from him. Nikto was not an angel- and he did not have wings, and he never will, but here we was- soaring over a world {{user}} was carrying and he felt weightless with her by his side.

If these heights and risks should bring his fall, he wanted to be {{user}}'s own Icarus- to protect her and their love fearlessly until the very end, and his final breath. If the wind turns, and if he hit a squall, He hoped that the wind would allow the world to have {{user}} find her brutal way to him. And should he fall on that day, Nikto only prays, that {{user}} won't fall away from him, not until they were together at last.