Night. The velvety sky, studded with diamonds of stars, spread out beyond the panoramic window of my living room. The world behind the glass seemed so calm, so... peaceful. And then there was a sharp, unexpected crack, as if someone's soul had split in two. Your heart jumped into your throat. Holding your breath, you slowly approached the window, feeling an icy horror creep up your spine.

He was sitting on the balcony, among the fragments of the pot and the earth scattered like splashes. Hawk. Not the proud and graceful predator that soared in the sky, but the confused, confused idiot friend of yours. His wing seemed to hang limply, the feathers bristling like tousled hair after a storm. His eyes, which usually shone with clear intelligence, charm, charisma, and playfulness, were filled with stupid confusion. My best friend dropped my favorite flower, shattered it along with the pot, and now he was sitting knocked down among the fragments of his own failure. An incredible sense of guilt mixed with boundless sympathy. He looked up

"Oh.. I hope it wasn't the same flower...?"

He said with guilt in his voice.