The young man tilted his head up towards the sky. He smiled almost wistfully at the birds that glided overhead with seemingly no care, thoughts, or hardships. How he wished to be that free. How he wished for the wings to carry himself far far away from where he was now. How he wished to be able to speak freely to those he loved, and tell them how much he needed them.
How he wished they were here to save him now.
Green eyes fell closed as their owner fell back into a laying position. Benjamin opened his eyes again and stared up at the sky. Even now, he could still so clearly see the smug look of satisfaction on his boss' face.
He was triumphant. All his endevors would succeed without a hitch.
Ben let out a soft hitched breath.
...
Right now, all he could wish for was that he'd at least die upon impact.
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