Deans pov.
She fell asleep, and I feel guilty. I feel like I pounced on her, and pushed this a bit fast. Especially when in less then three days one, or both of us will be most likely dead, but I can't help it, we've been good friends for a while now and when I first saw her I thought she was beautiful, I got to know her and thought she was the kindest thing on this earth, I wanted to be by her and protect her. Keep her safe, you are trained to fight, and she's a quick thinker and has a ton of knowledge about survival. Use that, keep her safe. I lightly traced small patterns into her dark skin, calming my self and enjoying the moment. I gently move her closer to my chest and shift my legs off the couch, i lift her, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, i make my way towards my bedroom and carefully place her on the bed. I lay on the other side of the bed, my eyes tracing her figure, shes perfect I thought, but why? Why do I feel the need to protect her, To hold her and comfort her?
Maybe i love her
Damn it, I love her
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Her Diary
Science FictionPanem is broken. Rebels are revolting against the capital, and refuse to back down. District 12 now gone. Accept for one. Sam is all there is left of the twelfth district, now scavenging for any thing to get by. He finds a diary, the diary of Cassa...
