Late at night , wrapped in a quilt , I climbed to the church tower and sat . Sleep was elusive, and I didn't want to disturb anyone . Part of me wanted to confess all to Danse. You didn't control love, and it caught you unawares .
Great men are forged in fire . It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.
I don't like to believe he's a machine. I've touched , been held.. this is madness .. a world out of kilter .. I love him, regardless .. there is no white / black / right or wrong . I only know what I feel.
I rummaged around, found the trunk I'd hidden away . My armour , modified , would serve me well by his side here.
I watched as he cut wood, placed bricks with the others .. he was fitting in, no matter what he believed ..
I hummed while stacking things, listening to the sounds of hammering, friendly banter . Soon, we'd have enough shelter for the winter.
Okay, I'll admit to being lost . I heard noises in the middle of the night, and me , being nosey had to investigate .. l really hope he figures out I'm gone. It's dark , wet , and heaven help me I'm scared...
2017-04-22T08:27:28+00:00 - - Edited
The do not eat warnings in MRE's refer to the freshness packages / not the bread itself.. although you do have to wonder ..