PAPER PLANES - TRACOB

FOUR ; TIPSY LEGS

his tipsy legs were walking across the small apartement, an almost empty vodka bottle in his shaky hands, and tonight his brain was almost as void.

and oh lord, jacob felt so good tonight, with no thoughts and almost no worries, only him alone with the alcool in his blood.

he fell on his bed, stomach against the sweet mattress, legs swinging in the fresh air the opened window was bringing in the room.

his hazel eyes were closing by themselves, but he wanted to wait until he went to sleep, the person sending him paper planes still hasn't manifested themselves.

and, even if he would tell you otherwise, jacob found them really sweet, and the words wrtitten on the papers went very well together.

but he was too lazy to go to his window, or maybe was it the alcohol in his veins who kept him away from standing up.

except, when the now familiar sound of paper crumpling came to his ears, he tilted his head to the right to see a white paper sheet folded in the shape of a plane.

he took almost all the energy left in his tired body to stand up and go take the airplane, yawning on his three steps way.

pretty boy,
you weren't at your window tonight, i'm worried something could've hurted your beautiful eyes.

and don't ask him why, but jacob screamed something that sounded like 'i'm fine', hoping the person with beautiful handwritting would hear him.

jacob wasn't aware of it, but the boy who lived in the apartement facing the hazel boy's one heard, and his lips formed a smile.