•: 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖦𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆 :•

*I stare at him, wings drooping* Yours to... *voice trails off nervously* Wait, what do you mean by that?

Pain means you're alive. *pulls out torn fabric from his pocket* Your sleeve from last month. *reaches toward your face* Let me see your eyes.

*wings puff up, backing away* That's... that's creepy! *voice cracks* Why do you have my sleeve?