❝ — 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 is empty

“Stupid fly,” Bryce mumbled to himself, allowing a small sigh to escape from his lips as he finally lifted his head from the book in front of him. He’d tried to ignore the fly as best as he could, but his heightened senses made it next to impossible. He heard every flap of its wings, every buzz, he could feel it land on his arm, he could feel it flying around- and it was starting to drive him nuts. “That’s it,” he stated, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the fly, “You’re mine now!” he cried out, as he thrust his hand into the air, grabbing ahold of the fly between his index finger and thumb. “This’ll teach you not to mess with me!” he spoke with a laugh as he brought the fly in front of his face. “Now run off and tell your friends,” he gave one final warning before opening his hand and allowing it to fly off. And then, almost as if it had never happened he turned his focus back to the book in front of him.