A young woman sighed softly, wrapped up in sheets and blue blankets. Sunlight had already spilled into her bedroom, lighting up the room and waking her little feathered friends. They began to tweet in their cage, singing a sweet melody that slowly raised the woman from her slumber. She yawned, sitting up and stretching her arms above her head. Her body relaxed with a soft groan and she scratched her stomach, her eyes taking a few blinks to finally open. She smiled at the tweeting birds, and stepped out of bed. Ah, there was something else she needed to stretch.
Large wings stretched out from her back, protruding from her skin beside her shoulder blades. They reached up, the tips of her feathers brushing the ceiling before she ruffled them and they folded against her back once more. They were a soft eggshell white, speckled with brown and black spots. They twitched a bit as she came over to her bird cage. “Good morning…” She whispered to the curious birds as she smiled, and got them their food.
She stretched once more as she walked towards her dresser. Today was an important day, she had finally found Will. Or, at least, she hoped it was him. It had taken her nearly two years to find him. The city was just so large, she hadn’t expected it. It was so different from their home. It didn’t help that he didn’t stay in touch with the orphanage at all, so she was left with barely any information on how to find him. She slowly changed out of her pajamas, carefully making sure her wings didn’t get caught on her tank top. Grace threw on a new shirt, and jeans then grabbed a large sweater that she would wear later. She walked out into her kitchen and smiled more as she grabbed a cup of coffee. She looked out of the large windows of her penthouse apartment. Grace had made sure to get the very top floor, the utmost privacy she could buy with her newly gained inheritance. She smiled seeing the bright blue sky, tonight she’d be sure to take a flight, and not just for her voluntary job.
She finished her coffee, setting the mug in the dishwater, and then she got ready to leave. Her wings tucked tightly against her back as she pulled on her large sweater and then her jacket. She left the apartment and found her way to the stairs, walking cheerfully down the steps. She hated being caged into anything, elevators, or even cars. It felt too constricting. Grace cheerfully bid the doorman a good morning before she headed on her way to the Times, where hopefully it was her William that worked as a reporter there.
Grace walked at a good clip, only stopping to check out some newsstands. A picture on the front page, of a dark winged person in the shadows caught her attention. She gave a shy smile, before walking on, keeping her thoughts on seeing William again. Finally she found the large skyscraper. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Silently she prayed for God’s grace, hoping that this was it. She placed her fingers on her forehead, heart and shoulders; in the sign of the cross before opening the door and walking in.
Grace looked around at the bright lobby, newspapers and esteemed writing awards framed on the walls. “He works here…?” She mumbled to herself before walking up to the receptionist. “Ah…E-Excuse me, d-does William Young w-work here?” She tried her best not to stutter, a blush already creeping across her face. The receptionist didn’t give her the time of day, flipping through a magazine as she said, “Fifth floor.”
“T-Thank you…” Grace fidgeted a little and bowed her head in thanks. “A-Are there stairs?” The receptionist pointed to a door, and Grace mumbled her thanks once more before rushing towards it. She opened the door and looked up at the winding stair case. This was it. Grace took a deep breath and hurried up the staircase till she found herself face to face with a door labeled with a giant ‘5’. She paused, encouraging herself before she opened it and found herself in an office layout. Some desks here and there, but most were empty, still too early for some of the writers to file in. A woman was setting up her things, and Grace nervously came closer. “Ah…Ah…Excuse me…is William Y-Young here?” The woman looked at her and smiled kindly as she said. “The desk by the window.”
Grace nodded and looked over to where the woman mentioned. Her heart stopped, seeing a young man typing away on his laptop. It had been five years since she had last seen him, but it was definitely Will, she could just tell. Slowly she came closer, holding her breath once more, but he didn’t seem to notice her presence. “W-Will?” She asked softly, hoping he would look at her.