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The warmth of the sun on my back and the wind in my hair as I flew through the sky with wings my father made, how I love the feeling of being free. My father's warning to not get too close to the sun left my mind when I saw him, the most beautiful man I have ever seen, just as beautiful as the sun itself and I knew we were meant to be; I flew higher and higher to touch the dark skin of his cheek, to feel his gold flaked lips against my chapped ones.
As I get closer to my sun, I can hear my father screaming my name.
“Icarus! Icarus, you foolish boy come down!” He yells, but I ignore him because I can only see my love. The wax is melting and burning my skin, feathers fly away from my back but I felt his lips on mine, even if it were a slight brush of lips it still felt like the world was born anew.
As I fell my screams were not of fear but of joy, my dream to touch the sun was filled and my soul whole, the ocean getting closer and closer but I keep my eyes up and as the sea takes my life all I see is my sun.
The wax might've melted and my death inevitable but my love for the sun will be forever felt as my story gets told over and over and over.