*Lena*
He was right about not saying goodbye.
I hadn't even felt him go, and I woke around noon to the sound of rain pattering against the top of the tent. Beads of water ran across the ceiling, funneling in the center and rolling down one of the center posts holding the ceiling up, the water pooling on the ground.
The cot felt too large for one person all of the sudden, the edges cold to the touch.
He'd be somewhere near the Isles by now.
I forced myself to stand up and dress, to splash cold water on my face and braid back my hair. I wanted to do nothing more than curl back up on the cot and cry, but my tears were useless. He would keep his word; he always did.
My jaw was sore from the bite I'd planted on his chest. It could've just been a trick of my mind, but I could've sworn
