I had left my cell phone upstairs. I was becoming much less attached to that thing than I had been. I was actually able to walk around without it.So I...went back inside, stuck a ten dollar bill in my back jean pocket, and walked to Starbucks.With my caramel frappachino, I felt invincible.And then I remembered a quote from one of my best friend's yearbook pages. She and her twin brother both went to my school, and in the ads, they had made pages for each other, that were posted opposite each. He only remembered the girls who hurt him. "holy shit" he breathed in disbelief. "I DO want to be hurt" Yes!" exclaimed Sir as the room erupted in happy applause. Another loving squeeze from Mistress Gina, and happy, caressing hands on his head and shoulders from the other co-eds in arms-length. Their happy contact and support felt indescribably wonderful. A fluttering euphoria billowing out from his heart. Like weaponized true love, covered in chocolate and delivered with a soft passionate. I knew how it felt. The weight of so many lives depending on me... I glanced around the quiet camp. A dozen Zibong Reborn lay sleeping on makeshift bedrolls they had crawled into who knows how late last night. They weren't bothered in the least by the early morning sun, washing over the rocky terraces of the Wilderness Highlands. We had held these Highlands for a week, with no place else to go some of us were getting to think of this as home. I wasn't one of them.My home was an empty cottage in. You make sure to watch your sister, okay?" Don't I always?" I grinned."Yes you do, and you're sweet. Thank you, honey. I'll see you in awhile." Alright Mom. Drive safe," I said, then she disconnected the call.I got an idea before closing my phone so I kept talking, pretending to still be on the phone with Mom. I paced here and there, trying to keep my fake conversation going logically while slowly making my way back over towards Amanda and my sister.I shivered slightly as it was getting.