I stepped closer to a piece that depicted a sunrise over the water. It reminded me of the morning Cyrus and I had spent together down by the lake several weeks before. The morning where I’d almost drowned and then confessed my feelings for Cyrus. “Cy painted that one a few weeks ago. It’s good, isn’t it?” Fallon asked and ruffled his feathers. I nodded, smiling to myself. Cyrus was a shithead. Keeping these from me. I wondered what other secrets he had.
im smilin like a fool rn
