[He's gone before she even realized it. The word 'wait' is already climbing up in her throat. Though she could have said it before he climbed up, before he spoke. So she just stares out the window and she can hear him singing suddenly in her memory, high and sweet.
one rainy afternoon yellow bird nest in my grandpa's tree I have stories to tell you tonight I have stories to tell you tonight
Luceti / August 18th Morning
one rainy afternoon
yellow bird nest in my grandpa's tree
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight
Robin closes her eyes and shuts the window]