First reactions tend to be fatal for me. They cause me to be outcast and envied at the same time, but once, when I was eight, a first reaction almost caused my death. I will admit, I am odd among odd, but that's why I wear it. The mask that hides my secrets, my pain, and my love for one boy whose wings match mine. Who is he to me? A lover, an enemy, or a deadly mix of the two? As secrets come out, mine as well, I realize that he is none of the above.