He was selfish, she thought. Purely selfish as she clung to his leg and buried her face against him. He was perfectly still; head tilted back, arms raised to the heavens. She had clung to his torso earlier, and he didn't move. Eventually her sobs over took her and she slunk to the ground, still clinging to what she could.
"Don't leave," she whispered. Desperate.
He didn't respond, just stare blankly at the sky with an odd smile gracing his lips. She didn't know the euphoria that coursed through him, in complete contrast to her misery. She didn't know harp string voices tickled his ears and whispered lovingly to him. She couldn't feel the warmth he felt, the tug at his chest and pull at his wings.
"Take me back," he shouted.
"No! Don't leave me!" She screamed.
But he didn't hear her. He couldn't hear her. All he could hear were those voices, whispering, "Yes, yes come to us."
"No," she whimpered, clinging tighter as he started to lift off the ground. "No!"
She clung to him as securely a