“Hey, Smith, what’s this place? It’s kind of nice.”
She walked to the second floor and saw him in the room right by the staircase. The door was wide open as Josephine entered, putting her hand on the door, and saw Smith on his knees.
“What… what is this?!” – she said walking closer and looking at something lying right before Smith, which totally consumed his attention.
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“Aviation is a big part of my life, Charlie.”
“Look where it brought you, you know too much.”
“Stop it, let me handle this information.”
“It’s bigger than you, Margo.”
Menny welcomes acts of betrayal, the forest is left without God. It’s forbidden. Will he punish those who dare to go against him?
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Schizophrenia of reality.
“You want to explain what this is?!”
A chill ran down her spine looking at a big swamp of feathers which resided before Smith, so much so that it was bigger and taller than him staring at it on his knees.
“Remember what I told you? It’s enough to understand.” – he said with a monotone voice.
“They… they kept her hostage?”
Atlas started howling louder and Smith stood up, saying:
“Let’s get going, I saw everything I needed to see. I have mixed feelings about this place.”
Seeing he was not very responsive, she just walked out of the room after him, without saying anything.
“So, it’s all true?” – she said to herself.
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“You’re telling me she has wings?”
They were sitting by the water at the bay. The weather was calm without any waves in the sea. A slight wind picked up his black hair and wiggled it around.
“Yeah, I know. It’s not easy to believe in.” – Smith answered, leaning at the end towards Josephine; she chuckled.
“Yes, of course, how am I supposed to believe you?”
“Do you believe me though?” – Smith said and looked in the distance, above the calm sea. But when he turned back and looked at her, she was staring at the ground, silently.
“Yes,” – Josephine answered calmly and confidently. – “I do believe you if you say that that’s true.”
Smith smiled while his arm moved and gently landed on her shoulder. They looked at each other and smiled, looking away shortly after. The Sun looked out once again from behind the clouds blessing Atlas with the light who jumped on the bench and sat down beside his loyal friend.
“You know,” – she turned and spoke. – “I’ve known and heard about things like this when I was a child.”