The boy sat, his knees pulled up to his chest. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady. He would have looked calm, if it wasn't for the way his jaw was clenched.
"Hey." Josh poked his side, before settling down beside him. The boy flinched. Josh's red wings were too long for him to sit comfortably, but he ignored them. "Why are you ignoring me?"
Silence. Then the boy opened his eyes.
"What do you want from me?" He hissed through gritted teeth.
"Attention." Josh smirked. "A conversation, if you could be so kind."
"Why?"
"Because you're different. You're human."
"And you're..."
"An angel." Josh smiled. "Or your worst nightmare. It can change in an instant."
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Tyler has always been different. As a child, people just thought he had a lot of imagination, talking to imaginary friends and pretending to fly, but by the time he was ten, it seemed much more serious than that. He would flinch and duck a lot, and talk about the people carelessly flying above his head, sometimes carrying or dragging limp bodies.
Schizophrenia? Nope. Apparently not. Eventually he learned to act normal, and he hardly reacted when the figures flew right through him. He was still the neighbourhood troubled kid, but not because of the... whatever they were. Anyway, they weren't a problem.
Until one decided to solidify and try to talk to him, usually at the worst of times.
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