Little sparrow, little sparrow
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain
All you maidens heed my warning
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend
They will vow to always love you
Swear no love but yours will do
Then they'll leave you for another
Break your little heart in two
Erin laid across the foot of her bed staring out her window at the cityscape. It wasn’t a traditional bedroom view, but she’d grown up loving it all the same. She woke up each morning to a view mixed of culture and art, and it beautifully highlighted what she loved about Italy in the summertime.
With a tea cup and a book in hand, Liz pushed open her balcony doors and curled herself up in the chair. She set the book and cup down on the table next to her before she glanced out at her little slice of Rome. She watched as a couple walked hand in hand down the road below her, smiling gently at the image, before she pulled her phone from her back pocket, set it on the table, and picked up the book.
With a smile, Erin sat up on the bed and nodded despite knowing how ridiculous the gesture was to give to someone who couldn't see it. "Sounds perfect," She happily responded as she hopped off her bed and walked over to her closet, debating on whether she wanted to change into something other than jeans and a loose t-shirt, though she ultimately decided against it. "I'll see you in a bit, all right?"
Erin hung up the phone with a flick of her thumb before sliding it into her back pocket and grabbing an army green jacket from the back of her desk chair. She slid it over her shoulders, flipped her hair out from underneath the fabric, and gave herself a quick once over in the mirror before she headed downstairs.
Her father was away working, but her mother sat in a stool at the counter with a glass of wine in hand reading a section of the newspaper that had been dropped off earlier that morning. The blond glided up behind her, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then headed on past her with a mumbled comment explaining where she was headed--a comment that her mother likely only caught part of, no doubt. Alas, Erin could not be bothered to stick around long enough to explain in detail.
She'd been cooped up a bit too long for her liking, even if it had been a relatively short time. She preferred the adventure of outside, but she also craved company which caused her a bit of trouble lately.
The teen shook the thought from her mind as she grabbed a bit of floo powder. She stepped up to the fireplace, watching as it grew to accomodate her size, and stepped in. She tossed the powder town, said the desired addressed, and waited as the world around her was engulfed in a swirl of green flames.
When the swirl disappeared she found herself standing just inside Liz's fireplace. She'd been to the apartment a few times before, but it always impressed her how cozy her friend had managed to make the flat upon first glance. It was a relatively small apartment, but suitable enough for one person or a young couple.
Erin brushed off her jacket and made sure there was not soot left on her boots when she stepped out onto the wooden floor. The boards creeked a bit under the added weight; a quality most old floors had. Off to the right she could see Liz still seated upon her balcony, no doubt where she'd been when she'd called, and Erin wasted no time joining her out there.
The blond smiled at Liz and then glanced over the ledge and down at the street below. "How in the world did you afford such a prime location again?" She asked, glanced over her shoulder back at Liz. "Also, hullo."
Erin laid across the foot of her bed staring out her window at the cityscape. It wasn't a traditional bedroom view, but she'd grown up loving it all the same. She woke up each morning to a view mixed of culture and art, and it beautifully highlighted what she loved about Italy in the summertime.
However, after a week of not having much to do in ways of entertaining herself, she grew restless. Just a few years before she'd gotten a taste of what the world could be only to have it stripped from her. Now he was staring down having to find something real to do with her life, and she hadn't quite figured it out. Unlike many of her classmates, she hadn't left school with a solid idea of who she wanted to be. Most of the time she didn't even have a solid idea of who she was enough to guide her in a direction.
Erin groaned, rolled over onto her side, and pulled her phone from her pocket. The light from the screen reflected down upon her face as she scrolled through the contacts until she reached the one she wanted. Upon pressing the name, she lifted the phone to her ear and waited until she heard the voice on the other end.
"Hey, I'm bored. Want to go shopping or hang or something?" She asked as she glanced out the window once again. "I could use you to talk to."
(Not great, but when words escape you you either push through or say fuck it. I was not willing to say fuck it, so push through it was.)
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