You were curled up underneath the blankets wings spread over yourself, you’d been like that ever since the extermination… the day in which you’d lost your bestfriend… and the ability to fly.. you heard your bedroom door creak open, you smelled food, but you weren’t hungry, the distinct clicking of heels against the floors as she approached, the same heels which tore your bestfriend’s head off.. you flinched as you heard the noise of a plate being set down, ”Are you feeling alright dear?”