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one night in spring

You're in for a roller coaster ride, prepare 💀

The day Hawks could leave the hospital was also the day he sat at home in front of his mirror, watching the feathers of his wings fall to the ground once again as they failed to grow back strong enough to stay.

He was alone so no one could even see it happening, but actually he didn't even want anybody to see this misery.

"You brought this to yourself huh?" he whispered to his reflection and started picking up his bright red feathers off the ground. They were weak and missing some spots in their hair, completely useless. "Guess you could take a walk, a stupid little walk to feel better..." he continued to talk to himself quietly, knowing he must look bad.

During recovery he couldn't say a word due to his vocal cords being burned, so he took up talking to himself right after to not feel as quiet and lonely.

Did it make him feel better? Yeah actually, a little.

While humming a calm melody, he put on his shoes and changed into a dark shirt with no holes for wings since he didn't need them anymore. Giving himself an imaginary slap he gathered his keys, phone and some money to maybe buy a drink.

It felt good to step outside and breathe in fresh air, he didn't even need a jacket in this weather. The warm wind made him feel at ease, just like it did when he was high up in the clouds. Gah, he did it again. He just destroyed his mood once again.

How could he not?

"Don't beat yourself up Hawks, just walk around and keep your thoughts shut. okay?" His voice wasn't ecxactly quiet anymore, but there was no reason to be quiet at this time anyway.

Not even a single soul was running around at four in the morning. Somehow he couldn't believe how warm it was for this time, he wished he could just take a jump off a rooftop and dive thorugh the warmth again like he did last summer.

There, he did it again.

Hawks didn't even care where he was walking to, just randomly going one corner after another, thinking "I wonder how many people live here." Soon the sun started to rise and the city was filled in a bright orange light. His feet stopped walking as soon as he arrived at a half torn down house.

"wonder why this is still here." he asks himself and nosily takes a step inside.

Usually houses like this would be torn down immediatly in order to build something brand new. But he wasn't complaining. He definelty needed a scary murder house adventure right now so he just went deeper inside.

The walls were slowly crumbling down and old furniture was either smashed to bits or burned.

Sad, who would vandalize a good house like this man? He walks up the stairs and notices even more burned furniture. There was only one thing not destroyed and it was a rather big couch inside of an empty dusty room. It smelled ashy in here and as if there was still a fire somewhere.

Fire, ugh.

He thought and decided just now it would be best to leave. The thought of fire itself made him uneasy. Slowly backing backwards out of the room until there was suddenly something that wasn't behind him earlier. His back was pressing against the chest of another person. His ears finally cought the sound of heavy breathing right behind him. He didn't dare to turn around and just stood completely still, not moving an inch.

Something inside him knew already who it was and his body was frozen in fear.

A low voice rumbeld, making his body tense up. A warm breath grazing his ear, "Oh, look who decided to visit an old friend?"