Hawks ordinary aftenoons

Deja vuu

       ☾☏☽With a suden click the car engine of the honda switched off. Hawk sat back and sighed. She scuffled her hair with her finger. Calloused fingers tearing knots in her blue hair. Messy and unkept-showers felt foreign. Or any self care at that. Eyelashes fluttering closed and she held her breath.

              God damn. Today felt so-lively. But whats that to mean when im still sitting here. Orange light echoing above me. Whats the excitement here. We all live to die. But-I have work to do tomorrow. And a apartment to clean. Fuck.

        Hawks eyebrows furrowed. She unleashed her breath held up inside her and tensed her muscles. Her arms felt aching and tired but she got the courage to get up. Staring at the car park she slid out from the car sear and slammed the door. Keys ringing as they clinked on her fingers. Out in the cold night her combat boots-glossed in wet snow left prints towards the apartment.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Cllink.
        A green beer bottle rolled from under her foot as she tugged open the door. Taking a tired sigh she held her head and stepped inside the apartment hall. The stairs were lifeless and grey. All halls the same until a familiar number caught her eye. A grey door sat with red paint chipping to reveal stained metallic frames. After a swift swing Hawk pressed a key into the lock. And with budge kicked open the door.
A figure revealed himself sitting at the table side window. Ash hair illuminated by the nights sky. He didn't look in her direction. But Hawk smiled.
No.
But this time the Ash haired man was replaced with wisps of light from the window. It felt like every night he'd be there. Like deja vuu. But recently things like that have gone missing. Like the seashell lost its pearls. Or any insides at that. Being poor it always felt like that. To her. Poor and terribly alone.
My life felt so empty. Ever since he left. But damn. The days we had together. The times we shared....It felt like days ago.
A smile crept upon her lips. She sat at the counter island. Her eyes wrinkled as if to cringe-or remember. The marble felt cold under her forearm. Scarred and beaten, from wounds that she got years ago. Hawk sat on a barstool  under the warm orange light above. All the apartment was dark besides that one light and night sky leaking through the window. She smiled. Sharp teeth in a grin, embracing her feelings while sitting there. Alone.
I remember him. The nights we spent here. Nothings been the same. But tonight it feels like new. Even though its been like this for forever-I feel like maybe I can make something good out of this. Maybe.