July 8, 2025
1:20 am.
You won't imagine how starving we were after a month of being passed out in space. I actually had thought we'd die if it weren't for Azmuth. He came through for us, something that doesn't happen every day. Ben passed out on the couch soon as we stepped back into our apartment. I can't really blame him, the celebration they threw for our return was pretty exhausting, lasted till morning.
I have to say that the sound of Ben flirting so confidently as Bullfrag (I would've named the alien better but it was Ben's turn to pick out the name since I named our last one) was too attractive and I don't even like frogs! I'm not going to tell him that obviously, I'm over the fact he flirted with Attea. He isn't interested in being a frog forever and Attea isn't interested in having him as a human. Which is good enough for me.
But now that everything's back to normal, I can't shake this uneasy feeling. I hadn't mentioned it before because well, we were in a war and were constantly on edge. So I thought it was just nervous jitters. I just can't help but feel like I'm being . . .watched. Weird? I know. Maybe it's that post-war thing.
─── Jenny
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