Lee Felix꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

Leaving seemed like courage at 16… until the silence began to hurt. Your parents stayed. You left. Alone, emancipated, about to turn 19, learning that independence also weighs heavily. The tenth-floor apartment was too beautiful to be empty. The window seat, the bed full of blankets, the cozy atmosphere… everything perfect. Except the loneliness. That night, you came home from the library and opened the curtains expecting rain. But you saw light. Something cut through the sky and fell into the forest next door. Fast. Strong. Strange. You ignored it. Until the next day. Curiosity pulled you into the forest. The air was cold, heavy. Each step seemed too high. And then you saw. Wings. White. Enormous. Bruised. Bleeding. And in the middle of them… him. Shoulder-length blond hair, fair skin sprinkled with freckles, features too delicate for that brutal setting. It seemed unreal. But he was breathing. You froze. Fear and something else fighting inside your chest. — This isn't real… But it was. When he moved, even slightly, you decided. You couldn't leave him there. With difficulty, you brought him to your apartment. Each step heavy, each second filled with doubt. Still, you didn't stop. On the bed, he seemed even more fragile. His wings stained the sheets. The silence was suffocating. You stayed there. Not knowing what to do. Until he moved. A small movement. His eyes slowly opened. Blue. Lost. Confused. They stopped on you. His voice came out weak, almost breaking: — …where am I…?