Ember
I get to my office early, earlier than usual. The halls are quiet at this hour, which is exactly what I want. There are no conversations, no glances, and no questions.
I do not want to see anyone, especially not him. I do not want to be reminded of what happened last night. I do not want to relive it every time I close my eyes or let my thoughts wander.
I sit at my desk and immediately throw myself into work. Patrol schedules, shift evaluations, and reports about the recent rogue activity all need to be handled. There are new communications to respond to and performance summaries waiting to be reviewed.
Anything that keeps my hands moving and my mind occupied seems better than doing nothing. Still, none of it helps. I keep flashing back to last night.
The kiss plays on repeat
