-William-
She was sleeping soundly, even on the hay and in the cold. It was impressive how well she managed. She had even managed to make me talk about Vanessa. Why had I done that? I shouldn’t have shared anything. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Yet there was something about her—something in the way she looked at me. She seemed so honest, so pure. It felt as if she would never use that information to hurt me, but I knew better. Trusting her was not something I could afford, and I shouldn’t. Soon, we would part ways, and nothing would change that.
I glanced back outside, where the bright moon was dispelling the darkness. It was peaceful, and it reminded me of my last night in Seeka. I tried not to dwell on it, but memories had a way of surfacing. That last night had been tragic—Greg
