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