Olivia
Four days…
It had been four days since Storm left for France. It hadn’t been a week yet but it felt so long. Days without him always felt that long and empty. To say I missed him was not enough. I missed him so bad. So much that he always distracted me everywhere. When I was in class, at home in my room, and even in my sleep. He was always there. Since I’ve read the letter, it was so hard not to think about him. All I wished was for him to get home safely. I couldn’t wait to see him again after three weeks. Damn. It was almost impossible to believe that it had been going on like this for almost a month. Our pride must have been so high that we kept restraining ourselves from initiating a way to resolve our situation.
“Olivia.”
“Oh, sorry.” I cleared my throat and shook my head
