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"sparrow receives a call. it's real this time. it's still early. a normal 20-something should be asleep."
"sparrow is not normal, nor will he ever be."
but you know that already.
"sparrow gets up faster this time."
"what's the point of calls if there's no one to receive them."
"sparrow hears lark's voice. 'sp..sparrow- get here. i need you. these pills... something's wrong. i can't think pro-' his words slur off."
"sparrow takes a few calming breaths. 'already on my way."
"she gets dressed, nothing too fancy. his binder hurts. they take it off. lark would kill her for wearing it too long." nick would too
"he grabs his keys. his keychains jingle at him. the two little birds clink together next to a purple pentagram and a chug jug." the phantom presence of a little fender guitar clinks with them
"she starts her engine. it roars to life. he had donated his eco friendly one." the red exterior reminded them too much of nick's teasing
"the radio plays. 'what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here.' the lyrics hit a little too close to home "