Mending
Hopelessly: Don’t look at me. My wings are torn.
Worried: Oh no, what happened?
Sobbing: Life pulled me down and I got cut.
Sympathetically: I’m very sorry about that.
Confesses: Now, we can’t be together anymore.
Confused: Why?
Carefully: Because, you have your wings and you deserve someone who can fly like you.
Shocked: Can you move?
Apologetically: Yes, but I can’t fly like before. You should have seen me in my full swing.
Agrees: I know what you’re capable of.
Sobbing more: Just leave.
Laughs: I’m not in love with your wings. I’m in love with you. Now come here you silly caterpillar.
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