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Angels Fly, But Do I?

Summary:

An increasingly short poem about Giorno dreaming.

Notes:

i may actually make this into something more, since i like the concept!!
this is in giorno's pov btw

Chapter 1: Who Am I If I'm Not Them?

Chapter Text

With each flap of the wings, my body was lifted.
The wind blew around me, my hair whipping back.
A small smile crept across my face.
I then dove, the cold air slowly becoming warm.
I flexed the two powerful appendages.
A quick whip of sunlight brought me back to the present.
It was marvelous, blue oceans, pink skies.
It was all I could of dreamed of.
Then, an explosive noise ripped through the beautiful landscape.
It cracked then shattered, a teal blue wall in it’s wake.
My eyes burned and my limbs ached.
I shifted, an alarm clock coming into view.
There was no wings, no ocean, no sky, no warm, no cold.
There was only reality.