I wrote this originally in finnish but I thought that I might as well translate it :'D




I smile while listening to your even breathing and stroke your hair while you sleep in my lap.

I remember when you were little. So young and naivé, trusting a stranger like me. I asked then; are you afraid? The only answer I got was a big grin, like you didn't see the dead, battered body laying beside me or the blood on my lips.

From that moment forward, you were by my side all the time, always. Until this day.

It's still dark but it won't be long 'til the sun will bathe the banks with light, chasing me back to the shadows. I quickly swipe a stray tear from my cheek. I lift my gaze from your face for a moment, towards the snowflakes dancing down to the ground. Maybe they have a place to be. Maybe those flowers, almost withered from the cold, are waiting for them, maybe it's their mission to cover the tulips for the last time in a snowy blanket when the red petals say goodbye to this world.

I remove your head gently from my lap so that I can get up from the bench and lower you on it's cold surface. You're so beautiful, all too beautiful. I cannot understand what so incredibly good I've done to deserve someone like you. You grunt quietly as my warmth leaves you and I almost laugh but I don't want to wake you, you'd just make it harder.

I crouch to your level next to the park bench and tuck a couple of stubborn locks behind you ear. I lean forward and place a kiss on your forhead. I love you.

"I love you so much," I whisper softly.

You're all grown up, adult, not the little boy you were anymore. You don't need my weak and shattered glasswings to carry and protect you. You've got your own. Bigger, stronger, better, more beautiful. You can fly by yourself.

I stand and take off my coat to place it on you. I can't let you get sick, now can I?

I turn and walk away. Where, I don't know yet. At the same moment the first rays of sunlight touch the bench you're sleeping on.

When it's time, you'll find me. When you grow tired of showing off your wings, flying alone, you'll find me.

I smile. I'm already far, far away from the city, far from you and the falling snow has covered my footsteps though I doubt I even left any behind me.

And when the time comes, you'll help me gather the pieces of my broken wings and glue them together. Because, where's the fun in flying alone?

I hope it doesn't sound completely stupid translated XD