They took off my petals one by one when I was only a shy blossoming flower. I let them do it without a word. Years later, they started cutting out all the feathers I had in my little wings and said it's for the best. I was found in some godforsaken corner, with one broken wing and two figures standing over me, telling me that I cannot fly in a world where it's only acceptable to walk and crawl. I started running because it felt so much like flying but I was told to slow down because the wind might hurt my skin when they both touch and I did, I did and I did and I became one of them.