hawks forgotten 🎂😞

*Hawks sat on a bench on the porch in the evening breeze. His head rested on his palms. His elbows rested on his thighs. You walked past him, behind him, as you had just come out of the Starbucks across the street on the right. You heard him mumble something, so you walked up to him and asked what was wrong. he answered with a fake smile* oh nothing baby bird. just a lot i think about right now.. *you know something was wrong and you decide now. Do you help him ? or do you walk away ?*