She looked over and saw what had done it.
Caleb.
He was here.
Before she could even process what was happening, Caitlin felt his familiar, tight grip around her waist, his muscled arm and torso, and felt herself being held by him as they ran and ran, faster and faster, just as they had the night before. They ran through Central Park, heading south, and in moments, the trees became a blur. They lifted into the air. Once again, they were flying.
They were up in the air, over the city, when Caleb spread his wings and wrapped them around her.
“I thought you couldn’t leave,” Caitlin finally said.
“I can’t,” Caleb said.
“So…does that mean you’ll be—”
“Banished. Yes.”
She felt overcome with emotion. He had given it all up for her.
As they flew, higher and higher, almost into the clouds, Caitlin had no idea where they were going. She looked down and could see that they were leaving the city. She relaxed. She was so happy to be away from it all, so ready for a fresh start. Most of all, she was happy to be in Caleb’s arms. The sky before them broke into a soft orange glow, and she only wished that this moment would never end.