22 July 2012
"Freya" I am woken by Luther. "Freya"
I groan then turn away from him.
"Freya, you need to see this." Luther whispers.
"It's late, Luther, let me sleep" I sigh.
"But, Freya, look" he whispers so I turn round to look at him. He steps back.
"What am I looking for exactly?" I ask. It's not like I can see anyway, it is the middle of the night.
"Just look" he smiles then the moonlight coming through my window catches something next to him. I gasp then slip out of bed and run into his arms. I hold my hand out and trace my fingers along one of his dark wings.
"you have wings" I whisper and I feel him nod.
"I'm just like you" he whispers back, smiling.
Luther • Opuss № I