Flying Free *Hawks x Reader*

Chapter 7

It was awhile before we left the closet, wrapped up in each other's arms, both of us savoring the warmth each other supplied, both not wanting to be the first to let go.

Eventually I stood up as my legs began to lose feeling. I held onto his hands, pulling him up as well.

I didn't know how long he'd be around, and while I would never be able to tell him what my life was like, I could allow him to see bits and pieces as he'd done for me.

"There's something I want to show you." I pulled his hand to follow me into my bedroom. A cardboard box all the way in the back of my closet, filled with memories from my life before I escaped. I reached up, pulling it down only for it to almost tumble onto my head.

A single feather shot out from his wings, catching it just before it made impact. I thanked him as it lowered to the ground. I sat on the floor inviting him to join me, he sat down and pulled me close.

Inside the box were a bunch of old note books I collected throughout my lifetime, more specifically ones I kept to remind myself of the things I had done, things I learned about my quirk. I wouldn't tell him that though.

He raised a brow at me, signaling for me to explain. "These are some notebooks that I would write down people's names in, so I could remember them before I got into photography. Now I just write names and the dates on the back of pictures I've developed or printed.

There were at least three completely filled notebooks, the front and back of each pages filled with the names of people, lives I've taken. Some of these note books dated as far back to when I was nine years old.

"I would write each name down three times, just so I was certain later on that they were real people." People who existed at one point. I let him flip through, watching as he completely invested himself into what I had wrote.

"That's a lot of people," he commented, flipping through one of the notebooks.

at least one hundred, but I couldn't never tell him that, he would think I was a monster.

"Do you trust me?" He suddenly asked out of nowhere.

I gazed into his eyes, it was a genuine question. He was unsure of my feelings towards him, as was I.

Part of me did, but I knew that with already telling him I was quirk-less previously, I would never be able to admit that I lied to him. I wanted to trust him fully, but how would he react? Would he report me to the authorities? Would he tell the government who I was? That I was alive.

Almost five years ago, when I left the facility I was presumed dead, as they never found my body. They never found anyone's body after what I had done, but how could I explain that to him.

I did trust him to an extent, and knowing that in a year from now when he was no longer around and I moved on from the life I was currently living, none of this would matter, but at least I would always have the memory of him and the way he made me feel, like I wasn't such a bad person, was worth it.

"I do," I finally said truthfully. "Do you trust me?"

He nodded. After he was satisfied with what he had seen, he helped me lift the box back into the closet, then we headed back out to the living room together.

"So I'm still curious, did you go out to that club alone last night? Why didn't you bring someone with you? It's dangerous to go out to places like that by yourself, you know," He said in an authoritative manor.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for reminding me dad, and I had people with me, they just ended up leaving before I did."

"Dad huh? I'll admit, I'm not too into the whole ddlg sort of thing, but hey anything for you sweetness.