"Why the word Songbird?"
"Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as h...
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"FALLON, OPEN UP THIS FUCKING DOOR BEFORE I KICK IT DOWN!"
That was the only thing I heard before I threw the covers off of my body and tripped on the pile of clothes by my door. I fucked up. I completely forgot to call Angela last night after I finished my talk with Harry.
Harry.
"Shit," I cursed as I picked myself up and ripped my door wide open.
What I didn't expect to see were the blankets and pillows I gave him last night, neatly folded into a small pile at the end of the couch with a small note with my name on it on top of it. My heart was already beating fast from my near-death experience with tripping over my clothes, but now it was beating even faster just by looking at the letter.
