Sage Pov
I don’t…I don’t understand how he does it. Day forty-five, fifteen days left. Is he…even counting? I know we promised not to count, I know we promised not to talk about it, but…how could I go day after day without counting down each and every second that’s passed? Every morning he’s lying next to me with his arms wrapped around me now, giving a little yawn like he’d fallen asleep the whole time on his watch as he usually always did. He’d smile, and we’d kiss and hug. Sometimes he’d ask me about my dreams, and sometimes we’d lay there for a few minutes talking about our pasts. He always goes to sleep before me, and always lets me take the first watch. I never told him, but when we were in the bunker I took a sketchpad and some pencils from one of the rooms when he was searching an
