Michael breathed in the still cool morning air. Alive!

He spread his wings, as he’d done upon waking for the past three days; they were still new to him. It felt good to stretch them. The sun was peeking over the horizon, banishing the grey of predawn city skyline. He looked down from his perch atop the skyscraper and smiled. He took a step off, and let his wings catch the air.

This was so worth dying for, he thought. Just this moment made up for all of it.