Dying Light

“Be careful son, but be free” You were warned, and yet higher and higher you flew closer and closer to Apollo and your wax wings were melted with her embrace. But tell me, ICARUS, was it worth it in the end? How did it feel to graze the heavens? Tell me, dear one, how did it feel to live violently? to win? “Be careful, son, be free.” You chose to live, if only in that moment. Higher and higher you sailed until your very being insulted Apollo and with one kiss your wings were destroyed.

        “Yikes,”  she mutters, with a hint of blasé.  “Everything good ? ”

              Desn't matter really --- you had a job for me miss? "

‘  oh, fuck off !

              " Y'...Y'sure lady? I can't jus' leave you cryin here. "

                               Something tells me you’d let the entire                                                        world burn just to win.

               ❛  ——– oh gosh ,  that does sound like quite the mess ! did you have something specific in mind ?  ❜  

              " Well I've never given her flowers --- or anyone flowers before so I'm a bit lost. They all got different meanings don't they? "

         ‘ Hey– thought I’d bring the big damn hero some coffee. ’

              " 'Ey! Thanks mate but I swear I didn't really do much. Did what anyone should do when a robbery takes place. "

       ‘ I– I– I don’t– No! No! Why would I just carry bandages ’round?! Oh, my god– we gotta get you to a hospital, man, this is– Can you walk? ’ He wonders, briefly, if he can make himself cry, then decides that’s just too damn dramatic. 

              " Y' have bandages at yer' place? Or at yer' store? Just take me there I'll be fine. A hospital...won't work. "

                     ❛  it must be your lucky day ! i was just about to turn the sign over . —– you look like a man on a mission . what can i do for you ?    ❜  

              " Thank god. I need to get some flowers for my daughter --- really messed up with her this morning n' I'm hopin' flowers can fix it. "

                     ❛ Oh, come on, don’t flatter me. I’m not young by any means. Thirty two is pretty old for most. ❜ She laughs, glancing off to the side. It always flusters her to have others compliment her appearance, but she appreciates it. ❛ Okay, I believe you. So, you gonna lead the way, uh…? ❜ Shoot. She doesn’t know his name. He seems to know hers, though– or maybe he’s just that much of a friendly person and invites folks over all the time. Who knows. What he does in his home is none of her business. She’s just grateful and glad to get some free coffee. It’s hard to find it nowadays. 

              That and he did some prior research on her. Seen some of her articles online. Reporter with a big mouth some would call her, but a golden heart nonetheless. Someone Carver could befriend and would be more than glad to help if needed.

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“I’m intimidated by the idea of being overcome by fear. I see how fear makes people make a lot of decisions that aren’t insightful because they’re worried or scared. I don’t want ever want to be that person who doesn’t do something because they’re worried about it or because it might be the wrong move.”