a man sat on his balcony, his legs dangling through the metal bars as his feet brushed the tops of the tall potted plants that resided in his front garden.
somewhere in the distance he could hear a thrush singing it's melancholic tune into the night, disturbing the man from his gentle daydreaming.
the man was high.
there was no doubt about it.
he had redrimmed eyes and a lazy smile, his pink lips curling into a clueless grin as he was shaken from his peaceful state.
a moth had landed in his arm and he was staring down at it, his eyes wide and wondering like a cat seeing a mouse for the first time.
it was a pretty moth. with large papery brown wings and a small body with a frail antennae, it looked like something his sister would collect.
his sister collected bugs.
he thought it was weird but he didn't judge, after all he collected much stranger things.
the man decided that the moth was to be called edyta.
it was polish for edith, his sisters name.
for a while the moth and man sat together in contented silence, the only sound being the faint buzz of his roommates phone from inside the small flat.
the mans roommate was called nick.
he was seventeen and wanted to major in classics.
nick had a girlfriend called sienna but the man didn't like her.
he didn't like many people.
but he liked his moth.
he really did like his moth.
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never before now ~ dnf
Fanfictiondream just wants to get high on his balcony. he wants to escape reality, leave his life behind. but the boy from the next house over has other plans.
