Fey
It’s been half an hour since Lane left and I’m starting to feel really lonely. With every second that passes, I wish that he never left. It’s a feeling that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The more I try to ignore it, the stronger it gets until watching television doesn’t cut it as a distraction anymore. I comb through the room again. Checking if he forgot to lock the drawers of his desk. Trying to hack into his computer and failing. I have always been more of a reader than a hacker so I don’t know what I was thinking. Actually, I was thinking that I’m bored out of my mind. I’m slowly realizing how much I relied on Lane’s company. I’ve never been much of a television watcher. As a kid, I was constantly outside and or reading fantasy novels. At the orphanage, you had to fight for what
