Getting Over Him

Swan

Pran's P.O.V:

If I can't talk to him, I can still communicate with him through paper airplanes. I will send something in it every day! Then, when we get back from break, I will be able to talk with him!

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Pat's P.O.V:

"Why don't we just go to the usual pub?" I ask Korn who firmly shakes his head no.

"Mm-mm. Bad idea, that pub has bad vibes!" He shudders as if thinking about it really scares him.

"Since when are you such a scaredy-cat?" teases Mo, our other friend.

"Shut it! I- Korn, have never been afraid of anything for as long as I have lived!"

"Mmm-hm. I will believe it when pigs fly."

Korn just grunts at that, and I arch my eyebrows up in surprise.

Usually, such a provocation would work on Korn. But this time it didn't. I wonder why...

"Anyway, let's just go to another pub, okay? I don't feel too comfortable going to the one that we usually do. I will pay for everyone's drinks!"

We all cheer to that! I need to have a big party before I go back to my cage of a home.

I wonder what Pran is soing right now in his cage. Even if I say that I need my own time, and that I need a breather from everything- I still can't help but worry about him. I can't help but to think about him night, and day. He and I are very similar, hell our families are also so similar. So, I know that he can't be feeling too good about being back home. even if his parents do allow him some liberties, but they're still very strict. It's like our parents have our wings clipped so that we can only hop, glide around, but never fly. No, flying would mean that we would never come back home.

That we would finally be free from their reins. They can't bear to have us outside in the big, wild forest going from trees to trees. From wherever we build a nest, to other places around the world without them. They would probably die from a heat attack at the thought of having us be free from them. Our parents think way too similarly. If I would describe them in a word, it would definitely be 'dictators'.

Korn pull me into the pub that he says has, 'immaculate vibes' or whatever the hell that means. This pub screams anything but 'immaculate vibes'! Outside, it appears uninviting, rugged, and filthy. The majority of the building's outside structure is composed of small stones and large, stone beams.

The narrow, curtained windows make it difficult to see outside, but the apathy inside is palpable. A layer of smoke hangs below the ceiling as we enter the pub through the badly used wooden door, and the atmosphere is chilly.

The bartender is coughing into a used napkin while giving us the cold shoulder, even though usually someone is supposed to tell us where to sit. The interior is just as bad as the exterior. The large, dusty lamps linked to the upper floor are supported by tree trunks. The walls are plastered in notes that were formerly scrawled by devoted clients but are now mostly unreadable due to wear and tear and dust.

The actual pub is almost entirely deserted. I think I would prefer to avoid the few people there, but whatever they are, I start to worry about our safety, so it's definitely best to look for somewhere else.

Korn is so fucking weird sometimes. I can't fucking believe that he fucking said that this would be a good place! If anything this place seems like a place where would get our mother fucking asses kicked! We decide take our seats at a big rectangular table. that is way far in the back.

This way we can avoid getting into fights with some of the people here. They don;t look very welcoming. I step on Korn's foot on purpose. "Oww! What was that fucking for?!"