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Scar always falls. Grian never catches him. It goes like this, leaving behind a glimmer of distrust in one eyes and a slight glossy look in the others.
Scar always falls, and Grian never catches him, until he does. And Scar might just feel a little bit more alive, a little bit more of everything, actually: shaking with excitement, clinging to the steady arms, holding Grian tightly. For ones, he is not afraid of falling.
He is flying.
Scar always falls, and Grian never catches him - until, one time, he does make an exception to this cosmic rule. That never happens again.
When Scar falls this time, there are no arms to grab onto, no sound of wings beating steadily in the air.
What's left is only regret tasting bitter on Grians' tongue and belated sorry.
What's left is only acceptance in Scars' eyes and slight shake in his arms when he braces for impact.
Scar falls, and this time he knows, that no one will be there to catch him.
But maybe this time it's enough.