His sock slid off as well, exposing his skin. I saw for the first time that his foot was swollen. He winced at my touch. Rolling up the leg of his tro...sers, I found the rest of his leg to be angry red, inflamed, and hot to the touch. My hand began to tremble. This was reminiscent of my days in the hospital. I had seen too many young men perish in this war because infection, not weapons, posed a more imminent threat to their lives. I would not stand by to witness another death. He groaned, and I. I was exhausted and spent half my time walking around in a weird sort of dazed happy funk after each illicit wanking session. Even sitting in class had become uncomfortable especially with you-know-who sat a couple of rows in front of me. I shut the bathroom door and stared at my five foot eight, unkempt dark brown hair and slightly over-weight reflection in the mirror and knew what I had to do.I had no choice. I''d have to tell Mom.*Twenty-four hours later, I found myself wide-eyed with. ‘Hey, let’s get out of here all right? We’ll go for a walk.’ He held out his hand. Amara immediately took it, and then looked at their hands a moment. His long tapered fingers glowed bronze against her dark smooth skin as their fingers entwined. She shivered, the image was almost prophetic, she would think to herself later. She glanced up, staring into his brilliant blue eyes and felt something stir deep in her. It moved like a tidal wave, setting fire to here heart and soul. ‘Yeah, okay’ . Still, Buffy took a big swig of her beer and tried to do the best that she could.“I think that she did love you. I think part of her still does. She didn't want to give up because she knew she had feelings for you and didn't want to toss it all away for some niggling little doubt. That doubt must've grown though. We all know how it ends from there.”“Yeah,” Kennedy said, her fingers idly picking at the label from her beer bottle. She shook her head a little and then quickly changed the subject..