Chapter 58: Chapter 58: SILLA

Life, as always, is kicking me in the butt. Why can’t anything ever go the way I expect or want? There’s a budding excitement beating away inside, and keeping pace with it is fear and uncertainty. For as long as I can remember, it’s been like that. The joys were always short-lived or interspersed with something horrible. It got so I learned not to be too happy because there was always a threatening cloud hanging over me.

Last night had been like that, lying in bed with him, going from one emotion to the next in the space of a few seconds; it’s enough to give me whiplash, not to mention his mercurial mood swings. They don’t help much. I’d gone to sleep in his arms, and it was better than anything I could’ve imagined, and when I woke up this morning, I had the pleasure of studying his face in slumber.