Dec 16, 2019
@oftender / “ little bird, ” he cooed from the study in defeat, voice echoing off the wooden panels that made up the walls. he missed her. her eyes, her hands, the tantalizing innocence of her look. evenings felt longer when she wasn’t within his immediate proximity, work felt more like work. his eyes had to readjust to his surroundings now that they weren’t flickering back and forth between the paperwork sprawled over his desk beneath his elbows. he ran some fingers through his hair, curls only falling back forward to hang over his tired eyes.