I would come to learn that the boys name haze, I cool name in my opinion but id never say that to him.
Haze would come to my room and just sit, I hated just having him sit and watch me. I wasn't doing anything worth watching, i was just sitting and sleeping and he'd sit the whole time. Few times I wondered what he was thinking about. Because apparently he was very caught up in it.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, bouncing my leg and picking at my hands, my cuticles bleeding from the biting and picking at them. But I didn't stop, small amounts of blood flowed over my fingertips and even under my nails, and ran along the perimeter of my nail bed.
I stared ahead, not doing much more than just staring, I was caught up in the up coming mission, it was my first one in a while. And I couldn't help but feel the pressure on me to the extreme.
A set of small arms snapped me put of my thoughts as they looped and clasped around my waist. I froze up, and just awaited my release, but it never came. He held me still, and layed his head against me.
I shook him off me once more and made my way out the door. He seemed disappointed but say down.
The mission went on for days, three days until I got back and when I was back I was tackled by haze into a hug as he smiled and greeted me back. His expression full of genuine joy, like he was happy to see me.
My skin tingled and I felt a pit in my stomach, and I hugged him back. I couldn't help it, it was like my body was telling me to, Haze began to cry, choking out sobs about how he missed. The poor boy really didn't belong in the military.
My usual frown broke for a second and my lips twitched upward onto a slight smile. Haze began to try and usher me to bed, terrified that maybe I was ill or tired. As I layed down. Not really in my free will, haze began searching me for wounds, and eventually he calmed down.
It felt nice having someone be so concerned over a small cut or scrape. But I'd never admit it to anyone.
I wasn't sure what happened but i found myself starting to enjoy haze company.
He looked at me like I was some sort of God, and he smiled at me constantly. I could see rhe way his face lit up when I walked by him and he followed me like a lost dog.
I looked him and he smiled, a could feel my stomach tighten,, and my body heat up.
What was going on.
