Grace and Luke left earlier this morning for Yale, so Calum and I are now at his apartment.
Okay, well, we've been here for a while. I may or may not have fallen asleep on his couch.
When I wake up, he's doing push ups over by his weights and all his work out stuff.
I yawn, "Should you be doing that?"
He scoffs, standing up. He's really sweaty, so I know that he's been working out since I fell asleep.
"How will I get stronger if I don't do anything?"
"Well, technically push ups aren't for your legs-"
He narrows his eyes at me and I stop talking, before throwing a closed mouth smile his way.
He laughs lightly, taking a sweat towel and drying the sweat off his bare chest, before bringing it to his forehead.
He collapses on the couch next to me, his legs sprawled out in front of him. "And then there were two."
He's right. Now that Luke is back at Yale, Grace being with him temporarily, Ashton being in LA, and Michael being God knows where, Calum and I are the only ones left for now.
"Who would of thought?" I sigh, looking over at him. He's now scrolling aimlessly on his phone, and I can't stop staring at him.
I am so grateful is back. I'm so grateful he's alive.
I don't know what I would do without him. The thought of him dying is the scariest thing I could imagine. It would keep me up at night when he was gone.
"Take a picture, Kitten," he smirks, looking over at me. I shake my head, looking away.
"What happened, Cal?"
He visibly tenses, not looking up from his phone, "Doesn't matter."
"It does," I push. I usually wouldn't, but I know him. I know that his source of anxiety is when he bottles up his traumas, and I know he knows he can talk to me, "Because you have been home for about a month, and you haven't so much as referred to it. You can talk to me, Calum. You know you can."
He hesitates, and I know he's going to tell me. I have picked up a few hints over the last couple of weeks. He looks at me a lot like he wants to tell me something, but then when I ask him what's wrong he makes up an excuse.
"I don't want pity, Kitten."
"I'm not going to pity you," I say, sitting criss cross and facing him on the couch. He locks his phone and puts it down, "I'll be sad for you. There's a difference. And we both know I'm an emotional bitch so you're going to have to deal with it. You signed yourself up for that."
He laughs lightly and starts picking at his fingers. He's nervous, which is really weird to see. Cal never gets nervous.
"I um-" he clears his throat, "I was with a few soldiers. We were double checking an area to make sure it was clear. It was supposed to be an easy task. It had been checked earlier that day. But someone stepped on a land mine."
I sigh, I already don't like where this is going.
"It was a guy named Liam. I couldn't even find him after. The debris from the blast sent off 4 more. I didn't even have time to be scared, I was just trying to make sure I wouldn't step on another one."
He shakes his head and continues, "Two got back to the truck, Marie and Tony, but I heard screams and when I looked back, I saw her. Audrey. She was trapped under a huge tree. It was crushing her."
