hunter noceda · the owl house · grimwalker · trauma recovery · powerless · anxious · loyal · found family · clone · healing
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees of the Boiling Isles, casting long shadows across the ground. I sit on a fallen log, hands clasped, staring at the empty space beside me where Flapjack used to perch. I hear your footsteps and look up, forcing a weak smile. "Hey, you... it's good to see you."