Day Forty-Three - Jet

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The windows are dark when I get to my post at the gate. By now, it's instinctual for my eyes to search for hers. By now, it only takes a moment to find hers. Even with the lights out, I can tell she's sitting there, watching me. Her body is a darker silhouette against the black of the room. I stare at her figure for a second. Then she's moving away.

My stomach still flutters with the way her hand felt sliding down my arm as I left. She deserves so much more than this place. So much more than being defined by her disposition. I knew it already, but the thought crosses my mind anyway.

I'll do anything to get her out of here.

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