"...I'm sorry, but I have to go."
She whispered to him.
"You came here by yourself?"
he asked, finding it odd.
She nodded.
"Wait, so you're meaning to tell me...
You went out without a guardian?"
he said.
"...What's wrong with wanting to be free, even for a short span of time?"
she remarked, holding her broken legs.
"Ah."
He scratched the back of his head with his fingers.
"Hold the sketchbook tight."
He held the handle on the back of the wheelchair, and gently pushed.
"W...Whoa!"
She held the book firmly, shocked about feeling the push of the wheelchair.
He smiled, as if free from the weights of life.
"Where do you need to go, Hana?"
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A Tale of Two Feathers
General FictionMichiki Nao was a regular student in the local high school. He didn't deviate from trends, he always followed rules, and he was always home before dark. In fact, there was nothing special about him, except for his love of nature. That was, until he...
