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“But you don’t just earn the patch by falling off the bike,” he continues. “You earn the patch by getting back on. Riding again. Overcoming your fear and flying—even if you have broken wings.”
“Baby,” he says, his voice low and silky. “It’s exactly the same thing. You think we only fall once in life? We ride, we crash. We ride again, we crash again. Sometimes we’re lucky, and we don’t fall far enough or hard enough to do any permanent damage. But most of the time, a fall means bad news. Real bad. You’re fucked up so bad, you’re not sure you’re gonna make it. But if you wanna earn that patch and ride again, you get back up. You ride again, Alice Sparrow.” Before I can form another argument, Morris sweeps his lips over mine.
That soft touch, loving and tender, promises more. Promises more than just getting back up after a crash. Morris’s kiss promises me that I am getting back up after the fall. I’m earning the patch. And as I fall asleep in Morris’s arms, I have a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I’ve earned my broken wings.
“That was my second sexiest move,” she teases. I grin at that. My sweet little bird. Funny, sexy, broken little bird. But, no. She’s not broken. She’s just learning to fly again.
She meets my eyes. “It all just comes, Alice. We can’t prepare for it. We can’t stop most of it. Sometimes we can run from it, but we can’t outrun it. You always have a choice. How you want to live. Who you want to be. Who you want to let in. I think I decided I’d rather face it my way than spend my time looking at life in a rearview mirror.”
“Everything comes,” she says. “But our truth won’t find us until we’re ready to face it.”
tears. “This is…this is just…” “You’ve earned it, baby.” She pulls a brand-new, custom-painted motorcycle helmet from the box. The helmet itself is a perfect shiny black, but inked on the back in smoky gray and red are an enormous pair of wings. “It’s not a patch, but they’re yours. Your new set of wings.” I help her slide the helmet over her hair and size it to fit.
“Say you’ll go for a ride with me, sweetheart. Say you’ll get back up with me, no matter how many times life knocks us down and tries to break us. Say you’ll fly with me as long as we both have wings.”
