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After a long night out searching for his friend, Gabriel, the heron sat down at his desk with a sigh. Illuminating her room with a golden glow, the sun beamed through her room. The window glistened, the same as his eyes as he squinted to look through his window. She leaned back in her chair, listening to her thoughts. That evening, they had found Gabriel, which he was happy about, sure. But there were a few things that just wouldn’t leave her mind.
Gabriel had left notes around.. that place.. he was kept in, and the notes were certainly.. how would she put it? Needy? Clingy? Particularly.. romantic. Of course, as much as Owen avoided talking about it, his & Gabriel’s relationship was far from platonic. They’d shared drinks before, had nights out together, dates, if you will. But it wasn’t serious. And Owen liked it that way. She wasn’t ready for a proper relationship, she didn’t like the idea of commitment. Not anymore.
Anyways, the notes. It was clear to him now that Gabriel was rather.. attached. She was flattered of course, but it didn’t feel right. Although, she really did care for Gabriel, more than she’d like to let on & she was happy to see those notes, to see that he was alive. But, he wished so desperately that he wasn’t so worried about commitment, that they could work. But they couldn’t. She couldn’t see herself getting better soon. She was so, so scared of trying.
After sitting for a good ten minutes, she pulled herself up sluggishly before throwing herself straight to her bed. She shut her eyes, trying to think about other things, anything else. But all of a sudden, he couldn't help but feel absolutely horrible about how he’d treated Gabriel. She never even thought that Gabriel might have wanted something more. How could she? She was so wrapped up within her own feelings that she didn’t even sit & think about how he felt.
Owen’s thoughts very slowly disappeared, mainly due to his growing fatigue. When she eventually woke up that next afternoon, she could barely remember anything that happened the night before. All he could really remember was finding Gabriel.. yeah.. he could definitely remember that. She could vaguely remember.. clues? Notes? God, whatever. She’d woken up late enough, she didn’t have time to linger on useless thoughts. He quickly threw on a different outfit, because of course he’d slept in his clothes last night, clearly too tired to think.