Fighting to Fly1
“Why are you fighting?” The soft half whisper, half agonizing question brought him back from his daze. “Why?” a hint of desperation crept into her voice. He never looked at her, only a benign smile graced his lips. 2
"To be free,” his gaze wasn’t on her, but on the horizon. 3







My only itch is that you forgot the beginning quotes in front of 'To be free'.
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