Melanie.
A few days later…
"Regan, we've been walking for days and with little rest." I grumble childishly.
Regan ignores me and crosses to fetch some water in our canister.
He came prepared with a large back pack. He had it hidden somewhere in the bushes, before he blew up the place. Afterwards, he took me to grab his back pack, where he pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt for me. I suspected the clothes were his, because they were sizes too big.
And since that day, I've been wearing the same clothes. I feel dirty. We only stop to wash. We only stop to sleep, where he holds me at night. It's beautiful when his arms are around me. Sometimes I want to kiss him, but he has his mind all set on helping us escape.
He's like a soldier ready for battle. All prepared. He's got almost everything in that bag of his; even energy bars. He's handsome and tactical.
"Let's rest here for the night." Regan's voice interrupts my thoughts.
