5
Fiore
I’m sitting in the kitchen, drinking a mug of green tea, and staring out the window. It’s been raining for two days straight, which is not unusual weather here in Louisiana. It’s just stopped about an hour ago and now I get to watch the sun peek from behind the clouds.
I startle for some reason when Monster comes in, peering down his nose at me.
“I’m going away for a couple of days,” he says, coming up to me on my stool. He towers over me, reminding me exactly why I feel safe in his presence.
I shudder, thinking of how his absence will affect me. I’ll be lonely. I’ll be vulnerable. I set down my mug of tea with a silent sigh. I know that I will miss Monster, despite myself. But I don’t put that feeling into words.
It’s just too complicated for that.
He cups my jaw, tilting m
