(Harry Potter Fanfiction) Gliding

About. Wings That Cannot Fly I call the motion of an object before it begins to fly “gliding.” Before you fall, I let you hold on to hope. Perhaps gliding means you’ll never be able to fly in your entire life. Everyone is born like an angel, with a pair of wings growing on their back. But who can tell us whether we spend our lives gliding or flying? About... what, exactly? About youth, black tea, and echoes. Those are all things I love. I give every creature I write a lovable quality of its own. Like Qiao Susu’s smile. I’ve always believed that those who smile most beautifully are bound to have lives that aren’t too bad. Especially women. To hope for youth and the future; even when disappointed, never to despair. To hide away carefully, yet admit things openly; to follow those you wish to follow, yet also be your own person; to cherish everyone around you, whether friends, lovers, or cats and dogs. That’s the one-of-a-kind Qiao Susu. Believe in someone who is one of a kind, and become someone one of a kind. Believe, respect, rely on, and hold fast to yourself, without asking where the road began or where it leads. Just like a pledge. A gift for Lian Feng~ Theme: