Guess who's point of view?
What was I thinking?!
I had her.
That was the perfect moment.
Perfect.
She trusted me. And I saw the fear in her eyes. I watched her prepare to meet her maker. She saw it in me.
She shouldn't have been able to read me.
What's happening to me?
I don't like her.
I don't like her.
I. Don't. Like. Her.
Right?
I wrapped up an awkward conversation with her, walking her home, just to be sure no one attacked her.
Wait.
I don't care.
I walked her home... because I had to. Because that's what I usually do.
But why do I usually do that?
I am now in the forest, pacing around, these thoughts whirling in my mind.
I'm concerned for myself.
Is she getting to me?
Something isn't right. I don't feel right. I've never not been able to kill someone.
Mark told me all about their car ride. It was quite funny, really. She didn't even notice that he was reading her mind.
And Roy had told me about their training in detail.
Both because I asked.
Why did I ask?
I don't know... I don't know...
I shouldn't think about it. I shouldn't think about her.
I push her from my mind. I need to move on. Another time.
Another opportunity will present itself.
Surely.
< Alright, it's short. But it's supposed to be. It's Logan by the way. Happy double update! ;) >
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