He felt like he was flying. He felt like he had wings and he was lifting high up from the ground. The ground was far, far away. Everything, his worries, his anger, and even his grief, was left behind as he soared up in the air, away from everything that plagued him. Or as Saori would say, he was in love. But it didn't feel like just love. Love didn't define everything he felt for Daisyheart. It was more than a simple term that was used to describe relationships throughout the world. No, this wasn't love. This was more than that. Especially when Ren himself was unable to support her. He was hers.