A Broken-Winged Bird and a Barren Field

Charles had known something wrong inside of him since he opened his eyes for the first time to welcome the world outside his mother’s womb. He was a telepath and also a human sponge who absorbed people's memories, not only that, he can steal them. And the power was beyond his control. This is a Charles's self-discovering journey, not a professor who guides all mutants to better paths but a lost person to be found for the first time.

This is my first Cherik fanfic I've ever posted in AO3. Honestly, deep down I still don't know how to write. *laugh nervously* Thank you a ton to my beta and friend; Karine who knows what I'm doing better than I am and encourages me to write something for a change and finally I give the writing a try. I'm not an English native speaker, so feel free to judge me with a comment below. I'm really appreciated anything you guys stumbling upon this fic will do.The title comes from a Langston Hughes's poem named "Dreams".