“Well, I can give you a lift. I’m headed back to campus after lunch.” I reach for her, but she steps back. Her eyes are spinning with tears, a whirlpool of an emotion I haven’t been able to classify.
“Don’t touch me, Lad.” Alyeska shifts her view to a bench, goes to sit down, and puts her head down on her legs. I follow her, giving her enough space on the bench to feel comfortable, but I want her to know I am here. “Go away.”
“This is my favorite bench, has my face on it and everything.” It does, actually have my face, me shirtless promoting the swim team for our university.
“f**k, you’re everywhere, can’t ever escape you.” But there is no fire in my fire breathing dragon and I want to know why. I need to know how to make it better.
“That is the plan, baby.” I lean back onto the bench
