She looks at the ground, refusing to look up at the sky. She has been there, she once had wings. But her wings are no more, taken back by their rightful owner, sending her plummeting to earth. Away from the clouds and airplanes. They never even tried to save her, they just looked on as she fell down...

She remembered looking into his eyes as she fell. The eyes of the king of the sky, warm and brown. She held out her hand but he flew higher and higher, leaving her to crash down to land. It was he who made her want to fly, it was he whom she wanted to reach but he was the king of the sky and she was falling.

She looks at the ground, refusing to look at the sky. She had wings, once but not anymore. She knew how it felt to float with the clouds and the airplanes and the king of the sky, and she knew how to fall alone. The earth is her prison, gravity is her captor.

The color of her heaven was brown.

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