🌸Flowers and Wings🪽

(part 4) 🌸Xavier🌸

As I was dozing off in my bed, a sudden loud noise jolted me awake. The sound seemed to have come from my living room, and as I opened my eyes, I saw broken glass scattered all over the floor. My initial instinct was to panic, but as I scanned the room, I noticed a small man lying amidst the debris. He looked hurt and disoriented, and I could feel my heart racing as I approached him cautiously.

As I got closer, I noticed that his skin tone was slightly darker tannish, and his hair was long and messy, reaching down to his shoulders. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was something about his demeanor that conveyed a sense of urgency and vulnerability. He was wearing a long coat that was torn in several places, and his shoes were scuffed and worn-out.

"Hey there. Can you hear me?" I said softly as I moved some of his brown hair from his face. It didn't take long to get a response from him, as he opened one of his eyes. However, it was not normal; it had a kind of neon glow to it, which sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't tell what had caused this strange phenomenon, but I knew that I had to help him.

With a deep breath, I helped him up, and he leaned heavily on me for support. As we made our way to the kitchen, I could feel his weight against me, and I knew that it was going to be a long afternoon.

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As I cleaned up his wounds and took off his coat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of concern for this stranger. I wanted to make sure he was comfortable and safe, so I placed him on the couch and waited for him to revive. Although there was something mysterious and almost magical about him, I couldn't shake off the feeling of empathy I had towards him. Perhaps I should ask Willow to check on him when he wakes up. Until then, I'll keep him company and read a book.

After a few hours, he finally stirred from his slumber. As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked around the room in confusion, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as he called out, "Hello, is anyone there?" I quickly made my way over to the couch where he was seated, my footsteps echoing in the quiet room. Just as I was about to introduce myself, something unexpected happened.

The man standing in front of me seemed apologetic, and he spoke in a hesitant tone, "I'm so so sorry to inconvenience you like this. I would tell you everything right now, but it's still kind of foggy for me." He bowed down to me, perhaps out of respect or embarrassment.

I quickly assured him that it was alright, and urged him to take his time and relax. In an attempt to make him feel more comfortable, I mentioned that I had prepared dinner and some tea for him.

As we continued our conversation, I introduced myself by saying, "By the way, my name is Xavier."

"Mine's Sunny."