Monochrome

He stared down the edge of the cliff. He was so close now, he could end it all now. All he had to do was jump. He walked back a couple steps to get a small run off and turned back around, staring at the ledge.  All his pain, his sorrow, would end at that instant; he could finally be free from all the belittling and constant rejection from his peers. They all laughed at him, just because he looked differently, just because he acted differently, just because he WAS different. They didn't care he was born normal, or that he didn't have all the same chances that they had. They just spat at him and denied him his divine right to pursue his own brand of happiness.
He had nobody. Born an orphan, all the other kids thought he was strange for not having a Mommy and Daddy. Children could be some of the cruelest people in the world, whether they knew it or not. They feigned friendship and back-stabbed him when he finally lowered his defenses and let them in. All but her.
She was the only one who stuck around, the only one who supported him; She was the only one who ever saw him cry, and the only one he held him when he did.  He loved her, but she didn't love him back. The confession put a strain in their relationship, and out of desperation, he cut all ties...
She tried to talk to him, tried to get back to him, but he continually denied her, denied himself. Even after she confessed how incomplete she felt without him, how she longed for his company, how she was too stupid to realize that she loved him back, he still shied away from her and avoided her. She was better off without him. Without him, people approached her and became her friends, she was surrounded by people like her. Maybe after all this, they could get together and be friends again, but as he was now, that wasn't possible. Not in his eyes.
His eyes stung, and he felt his cheeks get wet....he was crying. He never cried anymore, not after he left her. For a moment, he was confused as to why he was crying, but realized that he didn't WANT to die. If he failed, he would fall to his death, if he failed, he wouldn't hear her again, if he failed he wouldn't see her again. He knew the risks, he was prepared for them, or so he thought. His life before was so harsh, but was this really the answer? Would this really fix the problem?
"It has too" he thought, angrily wiping the tears from his eyes, "One way or another, I'm going to make sure they can never belittle me again!" It was now or never; if he continued to second guess himself, he wouldn't do it. He would go back to his miserable life and watch the only good thing in his life be happy without him. With his resolve steeled, he took a deep breath, ran, and jumped.
He felt himself fall and then...nothing. He opened his eyes, not remembering ever closing them, and looked down. He saw his shadow outlined on the ground and saw wings coming off of it. He had done it. He could finally go back and be just like everybody else. He could finally be with her and share in the love between them. He could finally be normal.
He felt the foreign movement exercise long dormant muscles and felt his feathers brush on his against his back. The deep seated instinct of flight kept him aloft, and allowed him to maneuver around. He looked up at the third sun and stared getting closer to it's deep red colour. He imagined himself going faster and faster until finally he shot right past the ledge him was on and slowly lowered himself on it. He felt his new wings fold up and he turned out around to look at them.
As he looked at them, his face changed from that of gleeful happyness to shocked horror. He spread them out to get a better look, hoping that it was his imagination, but as he stared longer, he realized it wasn't. A jet black wing sprouted from his left side and a blinding white sprouted from the other.
No matter what he tried, he was different. There was no changing it. He would forever be an outcast. That thought spread through him and almost consumed him. He was so locked up in his rage that he didn't notice when she approached him, but he did notice when she gasped, he noticed the gentle way her hands rubbed and caressed his wings and he noticed when she crouched and held him.
She had found who she thought she had lost, and he had found the only acceptance he ever needed.