Comfort by the Stars
1995
Maxine
I can't sleep, this time forcing my eyes closed doesn't have the same effect it had before, so I stand up from my temporary bed, careful to not make the springs squeak.
Then, I slowly and groggily trudge towards the exit of the tent, shrugging on my jacket.
After I stepped outside, I look up at the sky. It's a clear night, the stars in their full glory.
Maybe the stars will help me.
"Max? What are you doing here, you should be asleep."
Max?
I jump from these words and whirl around to see Ryle walk towards me. He seems to have a look of distress on his face.
Is he on night shift or did something happen?
I don't dare to ask why, but I act fast and rummage in my pocket to hand him the scripts I picked up from the barrel and folded perhaps more than five times, along with the pen.
"Couldn't sleep. You're up too," I say briefly. Ryle raises a brow and takes the pen and folded paper from me, slowly unfolding it. "On duty, and... try to get some rest, okay?"
Although I can tell that this isn't necessarily the truth, I don't want to ask further.
With that being said, he pushes past me, leaving me in the night, until I see his shape disappear in the military tent.
I surely didn't want some comfort from him.
Definitely not.
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