I look at the hummingbird and the way she gracefully flies…”teach me,” I say. Teach me of the way you calmly rest upon a branch, unknowing if it will break. Yes, you are light, but your reliance on God is heavy. Oh little hummingbird, tell me why you settle in the tree when you have the whole world to journey through? You are small, but your wings are mighty. “Go,” I say to the hummingbird. You have this vast land all for you to soar through, yet you stay nestled right where you are. I watch you flutter your beautiful wings in all directions, flying forwards and backwards, but you always come back to this same spot. The hummingbird looks back at me and responds, “while I am able to fly anywhere, this is my home. Yes, there are larger trees with more room for me to nest, but I am happy with this tree. Yes, there are many more beautiful places to go, but I am pleased with the beauty that surrounds me here. I am able to fly wherever I want, but I choose to stay…”
“It bothers you, doesn’t it?” Matt asks, chest heaving. He knows he shouldn’t press this, has absolutely no right to, but he can’t stop. “When I’m with Elektra. When you see me with her.”
Foggy is upset, uncomfortable, embarrassed; a flash of red and heat and quick, shallow breaths. “I don’t need this right now,” he says, grabs his coat and heads for the door, but Matt— god, how he wishes he could listen to that tiny part of his brain and just, stop— steps back and blocks Foggy’s path. “Matt.” It’s quick and sharp, barely precedes the hurt and wetness like flimsy saran wrap.
Foggy’s crying. Matt bites the inside of his lip until he tastes copper, lets that and Foggy’s tears remind him why he’ll never deserve Foggy. Selfish bastard, says the voice that promises to keep him company tonight, but Matt wills it into background noise, because he’s got more pressing matters at hand. “Foggy, please.” Matt swallows. He doesn’t deserve to utter his name. “I need to know.”
This is random but last year my dad got kind of shitty about Jake going to their house for our “family” Christmas like just with me and my parents and my brother. But my mom was like, “No, I’m making an entire turkey, Jake needs to come and help us eat it.”
My mom just texted me and said dad wanted to make sure I knew that Jake is invited to their house for both Thanksgiving and Christmas this year :)