Brooklyn stood on the grass, stretching out her white wings. How hard could this be? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare for her flight. Jump, flap, and then soar were the three easy steps to doing this.  Brooklyn opened her eyes and crouched slightly before jumping up into the air. [i]Fly, fly, fly![/i] she thought as she flapped her wings a couple times.

But then she plummeted back onto the ground.

Quickly, she stood back up and tried again. All to no avail.

"Perhaps I need to be higher..?" she wondered aloud, looking around for any heights. Jumping off the roof scared her, the city dumpsters were disgusting, and jumping off of a fire hydrant would be plain weird (not to mention uncomfortable). Frowning, she walked down the street to try to find something else. Something moderately tall and fairly flat, preferably.

Her interest peaked as she approached a certain parked car on the side of the street. It was a Ford Flex, so it had the perfect height and the perfect roof. Instinctively, she looked around to make sure no one was watching. When a couple people were approaching down the sidewalk, she hesitated. [i]Calm down, I need to calm down. Nobody can see me.[/i] 

But then she saw something that caught her eye.

Or rather, [i]someone[/i].

It was a fellow angel, walking behind one of the pedestrians. His hands were shoved in his back pockets as he looked around admiringly at the winter scenery. An unexpected perk of being a guardian angel was being immune to temperature conditions such as the current one. Brooklyn could tell he was an angel because he had the same glow she did, along with the same wings.

His gaze landed on her and their eyes met. Brooklyn was expecting him to remain silent and pass by, but he surprised her by asking, "How did you die?" 

[i]What a straightforward question,[/i] she thought. She bit her lip. "...A car accident. You?"

"Heart failure." The people he had been following walked off without him as he stopped by Brooklyn. His curly blond hair shone like strands of gold in his angelic state, Brooklyn noticed. It reminded her of Sam's contrasting hair: dark and chocolatey. God, she missed him. 

"Teaching yourself how to fly, huh?" The guy asked, looking between Brooklyn and the car.

Blushing lightly, she nodded. "Yeah... I've only been an angel for about an hour. I haven't tested my new abilities yet."

"Ohhh, interesting. I've been an angel for a couple months now," the blond replied, "I'm Sawyer, by the way."

"Brooklyn."

"Allow me to help you, Brooklyn," Sawyer spoke, gesturing for her to follow him. She did as she was told and followed him down the street. They went back down the way she had came until they reached a park. "Stand up on the bench." 

Once again, she did as she was told and stepped up onto the bench. She felt embarrassed for not thinking of this route earlier. To think she had been considering jumping off of a [i]car[/i]...

Sawyer instructed, "Stretch your wings."

"Like this?" She stuck out her wings.

"Angle them outwards more. Face the long way of the bench, not straight ahead. You'll need some space for a little running start."

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A couple hours passed. Brooklyn had managed to learn how to keep herself in the air at a hovering height, but going any higher frightened her. She and Sawyer decided to meet up again the next day to work through that fear. Exhausted, she was relieved to finally go back home. She walked through the door and looked around to see if Sam was home.