want to keep anyway," I explained quietly, whereupon she hung her head.She held out for a moment, then pulled the corners of her mouth upward. "The main thing is that you are okay. Everything is still there?" What was the matter with her? I didn't even know this fake happiness from her. "I uh ... I'm okay, I think," I confirmed uncertainly. She put her arm around my shoulder and propped herself up so that we looked like the weird-looking couple we had once again been. A huge Japanese woman with green hair and a foreigner who turned out to be too small, but who still got the macho out of it.
Meanwhile, the redhead and the vampire, or whatever he was, had ended their conversation. With the violin case under his arm, he turned to go, while the chalk-whites struggled to get up, let their wings disappear and bent away.
Wings ... A stab went through my chest now that I noticed them. I had only flown correctly twice in my life. Now it was over. I no longer had my wings.I missed them, as I bitterly realized.
All three of us watched them go for a moment. Jazz shivered in the shirt and snuggled closer to me. "Someone will have to explain this to my parents," she whispered absently after a while. "I'll take care of it tomorrow. Hold it up, okay?" I asked gently, "You know, if I can do something, then lie."
“Why tomorrow? Where are you going?” Her tone was pleading. She didn't want to be alone after this horror, which I could understand all too well. I even wanted a little rest to deal with all of this. But until I was certain that Rick was okay, there wasn't time. "I need to check on Rick right now," I decided, "I'm sorry, this can't wait." She nodded, understanding as always. "It's okay. I'll get your things."
The redhead, who had just stood there and listened the whole time, came over to us, looked for my gaze and gave him a smug grin that made me want to beat him up to the best of my ability.“Then the explanation I owe you must be on the back burner.” The superior expression on his face told me clearly that he wasn't in the least angry about it. But he had done the math without my ex-girlfriend. "Oh, you want to explain something?", She blurted out, "Well then, explain it to my old man." Already the poor fellow saw himself grabbed by the arm and dragged away. I followed them gleefully, took my things and left the fiddler to his fate. The fact that a complete stranger, unfortunately damn good-looking guy would be in the apartment with a scantily clad Jazz, didn't bother me very much, because he would make a fool of himself with her parents. Rather, I was concerned about Rick, whose condition God knows couldn't be the best. I drove home by the shortest route.