Lone
1995
Maxine
Ryle has to leave earlier than I expected him to. When I ask for an explanation, his stern gaze is back and he responds with "Duty."
His answer doesn't satisfy me, and he knows it.
I know Ryle is not in the right state of health to go out on missions. I hope the tasks he has to do right now are not too exhausting.
Alone without him – or any company in general – I'm left with my thoughts.
Why the fuck did I decide to leave the camp? Why did I put myself and Ryle in danger?
To send a fucking letter, was it worth it?
I could have caused permanent damage to my lungs.
Ryle kissed me – whether out of life-saving procedures or not, he did.
I'm still uncertain what I should think about that.
Bedrest - I'm on fucking bedrest because of my decision.
Looking down at my legs dangling down from the stretcher in the air, I wonder how long I'll be here.
A day? Only one night?
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