get hurt.
Really? Because according to statements made by nearby police said that you …
They misheard. But...
There was a lot of gunfire so they couldn’ t have heard properly.
But you just said they stopped firing..
Moving on. I didn’ t think we would be getting anywhere if I tried pushing the issue. Okay Captain, what happened next?
Well, they didn’ t take my interference too kindly and they opened fire. Unfortunately, I wasn’ t bulletproof and so … you saw the pictures. He gestured to the lower part of the chair where the wheels were slowly rusting in their spokes.
I didn’ t want to say anything. He crumpled like a leaf before my eyes. The lines on his face deepened as he closed his eyes, his breathing coming in shallow gasps as he sobbed dryly.
I didn’ t want to stop it at this. This hero that fell before he could even do … anything. Captain, could you tell me more about that time when you rescued the window washer? The first time you flew?
No, boy, that was the first time I did it with an audience, but that wasn’ t the first time I flew. He puffed out a breath clearly, still trying to taste the smoke on his tongue. The first time I flew huh? The side of his mouth twitched upward while he waded through the memory.
He didn’ t say anything for a really long time. It was probably two days after the incident. I was sitting down to sleep on the side of the Quezon Bridge. The wind blew so coldly from the river. It was like feeling gentle kisses on my entire body. My skin tingled like how when you put alcohol on a scratch and you blow on it to make it cool. I breathed in and the air filled me like a balloon. I felt it trace down my chest like menthol, burning like a cleanser through all the smoke and soot I inhaled since I was twelve; and I didn’ t want to let that go.
I opened my eyes and I was hovering a foot above the water! But I didn’ t fall. I looked up and I soared! His breathing became more and more ragged as he labored with the story. Higher and higher until all the tallest buildings were just bits of
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