the moth had left.
that's all the man comprehended in his current state before he slipped off again into a peaceful stupor.
this happened a lot.
the man got distracted easily, especially when he was high.
maybe it happened to most people, or maybe it didn't. either the way he would never know. he liked to take life as it came, not worrying about the future but only living in the present and savouring the memories he made.
the night was getting colder now, the harsh air stinging his cheeks and marking them a pleasant shade of red.
the man subconsciously shivered but instead of retreating inside he just leaned his head back, closing his eyes and he listened to the gentle sound that echoed through the night.
the slamming of a door interrupted his thoughts and he looked down irritably, his catlike eyes scanning the neighbouring garden.
people were shouting at each other, their harsh voices lashing through the air like a cold, hard whip.
the man shivered again, he didn't like yelling.
a door slammed again and he watched a young man stumble out into the garden, his small frame was hunched over as his body wracked with sobs.
as the boy lay sobbing on the ground he didn't notice the figure watching him from the balcony next door, their feet swinging low enough to just brush the top of the plants.
the man liked it that way, he was hidden.
as he watched the figure on the floor, his mind lazily flicked between the current events and his yearning for his moth.
the moth had flown away earlier, silhouetted by the moon.
the man missed his moth.
the other man had now gotten to his feet, brushing himself off as he sniffed slightly, wiping at his tear-streaked cheeks.
the crying man looked up.
the cold man looked down.
they watched each other carefully, analysing each other's threat.
'i'm george,'
the man blinked. the moth was back.
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never before now ~ dnf
Fanficdream 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.
