Romantic Love

mber how she got here. I feel a slight bit of disappointment. Perhaps part of me was hoping that

silent for too long. She frown

ured in Af

eels turning in her head as she tries to puzzle somethi

ountry and civilians being oppressed by regimes. Like I could single-handedly fix conflicts in the Middle East if only I could shoot all the bad guys. Like g

ing my best friend, and I saw countless civilians die.

ou come to

words as she visibly recoils. I was feeling snappish after her fi

now I was in a helicopter, but I can

ter you. Could that have

udden refusal to speak. When I didn't want to answer her ques

embering the name she asked a

rown deepening. I get the sense that this Johnston guy is definitely

a few minutes in silence. Frustrated, I t

s, her question finally sounding genui

but it only happens after solar storms

watch it

an." I'm not really that tired, but I'm irritated with her and ready for her to go

s your bed, isn't it?

. I want you to leave me alone.

alking back to the bedroom. "Thanks for

down and close my eyes, but sleep doesn't come. Perhaps it's the knowledge that this girl - Ana, I guess - is awake, alert, a

sky, the image of Saph's expression twisted in horror at the sight of my face pops into my head. Glaring at nothing in particular, I throw off the blanket I've been using and sit u

in my left hand and my polishing cloth in my right, and listen. Nothing. Did I

rc

an excellent way to channel frustration into action. The itchy ski mask detracts from the therape

h think of Ana

was definitely the type to get jealous over an ex moving on. I savor the thought of her feeling betrayed, abandoned, jealous even. I feel my m