Chapter 73

Looking out the billowing winds, taking note of every familiar landmark as we pass. These streets, the ones between the burnt, demolished medic tent and the apartment I rented strikes with pangs of hurt and anxiety but of hope and calm as well.

It's the one good place I've gotten for the both of us since Steve tried to kill me and I want her to have it, to see it and live it in with me, together like we always said. Like we've always been.

If history is any telling then I shouldn't be so anxious about this jump, I've been without her for a year before and it's only been two and a half months with this. She'll be back, she will. 

Except this time, I'm wondering if she didn't just run away from me the same way I'm running away from T.V, the Lieutenant and every fucking demanding thing right now. Running towards comfort, to safety.

Why wouldn't she want to be with me?

I know what the better question would be. Why do I think she doesn't want me?