Quiet_Cool
Learning to Fly
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Jared
The apartment was only a short distance away, but it seemed the longest walk of my life. I hurried through the streets, making my way to the firescape and climbing in through the window.
Once inside, I headed over to the chest of drawers and opened it, shifting through the clothes, eyes closed, feeling for what was hers. When I found a bra, discreetly hiding among my own shirts and socks, and pulled it out, laying the fabric close to my cheek.
I could smell her on it, and feel her within me, her breathing , her warmth.
"Baby, that was great," she was panting, but smiling. "Do you...y'know...?"
I dropped it, realizing that the memory was getting too strong for me. The sensations of the past becoming far too real in the present.
I also realized something else. Not everything I'd felt was a memory. Her scent was here, her perfume, stale but present, and that meant that she'd been here not too long ago.
She's still alive, I thought, and she isn't too far away, at least she might not be. But, I'll need help finding her.
I looked to the window, where the crow was perched. I eyed me, knowing my thoughts I was certain. Take me to the girl, I thought.
It squawked and took flight.
The apartment was only a short distance away, but it seemed the longest walk of my life. I hurried through the streets, making my way to the firescape and climbing in through the window.
Once inside, I headed over to the chest of drawers and opened it, shifting through the clothes, eyes closed, feeling for what was hers. When I found a bra, discreetly hiding among my own shirts and socks, and pulled it out, laying the fabric close to my cheek.
I could smell her on it, and feel her within me, her breathing , her warmth.
"Baby, that was great," she was panting, but smiling. "Do you...y'know...?"
I dropped it, realizing that the memory was getting too strong for me. The sensations of the past becoming far too real in the present.
I also realized something else. Not everything I'd felt was a memory. Her scent was here, her perfume, stale but present, and that meant that she'd been here not too long ago.
She's still alive, I thought, and she isn't too far away, at least she might not be. But, I'll need help finding her.
I looked to the window, where the crow was perched. I eyed me, knowing my thoughts I was certain. Take me to the girl, I thought.
It squawked and took flight.