Lapis's P.O.V.

Lapis: Greg, your a human so I thought you'd be perfect to ask questions about your species.

Greg: Sure, that sounds easy enough. What's on your mind?

Lapis: First, I wanted to ask if you know a human.

Greg: Which one?

Lapis: He lives on the countryside, in a very old looking house.

Greg: Hmmm, I don't think I remember....wait a second, you don't mean (Y/n) do you? That cranky blind guy?

Lapis: So he's blind?

Greg: Yeah, he's been blind since he was born? What happened, did that nut job try to hurt you or something.

Lapis: No but I did meet him today....sort of. He thought I was Jamie.

Greg: Oh yeah, no one really talks about him and he sort of lives off the grid and all but Mayor Dewey still has to take care of him like the rest of the city because of his condition and that includes getting Jamie to deliver everything to him because no one else will. They're too afraid but Jamie doesn't seem to mind all that much, he said something about a long walk through the forest being inspiration to a poem.

Lapis: I see.....I just didn't think a human could be made in such a way.

Greg: What do you mean?

Lapis: Well gems can be made a little defective but it's never anything too major, I thought humans come out fine.

Greg: Most of us do but sometimes things can go wrong and we can't control that. No one really knows what the deal is with that guy. He keeps to himself and everyone's afraid of him. It's probably better if you stay away from him. I knew him in my younger years and it seems he still has changed. In fact no one even knows how old he is. He could be as old as me for all I know but he looks so darn young and doesn't have a speck of grey hair that no one can really tell his age.

Lapis: Really?

Greg: yup and it's a good thing you came to talk about this with me. Steven wasn't even born yet when (Y/n) was around so he wouldn't have been able to help you.

Lapis: Thanks for the help Greg.

I told him before I prepared to fly off.

Greg: Sure, no problem.

He called after me as I had taken flight. Thinking about it now, I can see how I could relate to this (Y/n). Maybe that's why I was so curious about him. He reminded me of myself and my own past and my past often haunted me but I tried not to show that it disturbed me because I didn't want anyone to worry. (Y/n) was alone like I was and I craved for someone to at least talk to me. Maybe (Y/n) is really lonely. How could he not be? He lived alone and according to Greg, he's been like that for a while. I know all too well how that felt. Greg told me to stay away from him but he's just a human, I doubt he's dangerous.

It was hard to explain but I felt like I had to do something and look after him. If I didn't who would, no one seems to even remember he exist.

Meanwhile.....

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

I don't know much about birds but for a week now, it sounds like a giant bird has been circling my house. I don't know if my ears were wrong since it was rare that they ever were but I thought that was a little strange. No one really comes here and nothing unexpected really happens that I don't already know yet or hear coming. The only person I ever saw was Jamie the mail guy. Well, I wouldn't say I saw him. I've been waiting for him to deliver a package of an item I ordered. Jamie usually lets me know when he was here by knocking and I thought the noises I heard outside was him goofing around with material for his poems. Jamie makes a certain rhythm and sound when he walks so it's easy for me to identify him. Though that voice I heard outside my house wasn't his voice, it sounded very feminine. What woman or girl would be all the way out here?

The only woman I remember was Rose. She was the only one that seemed so concerned for someone like me. I never wanted her help even though she always insisted on "healing me". I never knew what the heck she was talking about. She would visit me frequently, lingering around for hours on end without rest. I could have sworn she was not human since it didn't seem like she ever slept. Oddly, one day she just.....stopped showing up. I figured she had gotten tired of wasting her time with someone like me and finally gave up her efforts. I still wonder where she is though. Last time I heard, she was dating Greg.

Greg and I were not close and didn't like each other much but I never cared. I didn't want to be close to anyone in Beach City, it felt as if everyone was pitting me as the only blind guy in the city. When I was in the city, it was my first time living away from the country and I did miss the peace and quiet. Eventually, I paid Mayor Dewey to start construction on my new house in Beach City's country side and I've been here ever since and completely self reliant except for a few things. You might think that anyone could get lonely all by themselves but how can I be lonely when I have plenty of my thoughts to occupy me. Speaking of thoughts, one thing that often clears my mind is a freshly baked apple pie and one thing I seem to have a lot of is apple trees.

Getting up from the kitchen table were I sat thinking to myself, I grabbed a woven basket in the corner of the room and carried it out and followed the sweet smell of apples to a tree near by. Feeling around for the latter I left nearby, I carefully climbed it, feeling around for a nice fresh red apple. I hadn't even picked my first apple before I felt that noise again. The sound of giant wings.