Unabridged and Uncontrollable

Andy's p.o.v
I sat with Ingrid every morning over the next two weeks. Just comfortable silence. When one of us had had a rough night the night before, we lay on the benches staring at the ceiling. Once, her hand brushed against mine. Usually, I hated touch, shied away from it but her hand felt so cold and frail I wanted to take it as never let go. She really understood me and nobody had ever understood me before. I was crow and people didn't ever try. Not that I let them.
I hurried along corridors with a hunched back and a grim expression and haunted eyes. Nobody cared about me. They only have me the scholarship because they felt sorry for me. Not saying I couldn't do art. I could draw but their comments were always "amazing drawings but needs more variation". Because all I drew was people with huge raven wings erupting from their shoulder blades. It all that came from my mind.
But now there was Ingrid. She ruled my senses. She was my support and I relied on her completely. But she was so broken herself. So alone and so fucking lost.
Ingrid's p.o.v
Andy. Andy. Andy. His name rang like bells. He gave me wings. He made my heart sing. I didn't know what this feeling was but it compelled me to become so close to someone. And so quickly. This terrified me completely. So I had no idea what I was doing when I asked him about coming back to my apartment. And no idea he would say yes. Suddenly, I was aware of every flaw, every secret my house possessed. And he was under the layers, uncovering these dark secrets I never thought anyone would find. He said he would meet me at mine rather than outside and that evening, I raced back to my apartment. On entry, it looked so tidy but so barren. I added fruit to the fruit bowl and cleaned the dusty fridge. I plumped up cushions and scrubbed the bathroom floor until every spot of blood was gone. I uncovered the mirror and made my bed. Then, I fell straight to sleep.

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