The image of Adalyn bent over my desk mere hours ago has engraved itself in my mind, becoming a permanent fixture and it’s one I’ll happily think about often. She’s tucked away in her room studying, safe from the professor who wants to give her another form of homework.
Piece-by-piece, I’m becoming more fascinated with her. She’s like a bullet you step in front of. I know it’ll kill me, but still, I’m unable to stop myself from taking the step.
From the bit I know about her, she’s nothing like Sarah, and perhaps this is why it’s easier with her. I did everything for Sarah—for me—to ensure I’d never lose her, but with Adalyn, it’s simple. There’s no need to try, no requirement to woo her. Simply being with her, learning her tells, her likes, and her dislikes is enough for me. I realize no
