The low hum of the city echoed up into your balcony. Friday night with lights that never turned off. Laughter and drunk love taking flight. You were once apart of that and so was he. Sometimes you wondered if you missed it.
The fluttering of his feather beckoned your attention. Pulling you from your reverie, Hawks gave you a twirl to music blaring from the club one street up.
Yeah, you definitely didn't miss sleeping alone.
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The Book for Weebs
قصص الهواةEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
