Sometimes I dream of love. Not of the love where you give your husband a sweet kiss goodbye, or the kiss you give the grandma you see twice a year. No, the type of love that burns deep within your soul, the type that consumes your very being, giving you the sense if drowning. Drowning, I like the sound of that. To drown in love. What a beautiful phrase. I sighed and set my pencil down, looking up.
And that was the moment I first locked eyes with him.
Some people say you know that special person the moment your hands touch, or the first time you kiss. They say the world stops for a moment, and the sensation, well yoy just know you are meant to spend eternity with them. I had always thought it was a bunch of advertisement crap for Valentines day. True love didn't exsist, and there was no such thing as a soulmate. But the moment I looked into his deep brown eyes, I saw everything I ever dreamed of, and I knew. I knew then, that he was all I ever needed, but everything I never wanted. And it scared the living daylights out of me.
Thinking back to a time, I now realize I was a fool and a coward. I had him, my everything, and I walked away. I, Summer Finn, was the dumbest girl to ever walk the face of the Earth. I realize that now.
"Hello?" I blinked and turned towards a very agitated Scarlett, who apparently had been trying to get my attention for God knows how long. "Hmm?" I asked, still slightly dazed. She gave me a funny look. "Uh ya whatever, well anyways, since you're on probabtion for your little 'stunt', you have to stay at base while we try to take down Mccullen" I scoffed. "Ya whatever, it was an accident." I replied stubbornly. She glared. "How does a blown up poster of the general in his underware with a pink teddy bear in the training room, be even remotely considered an accident?" She raised her eyebrows sarcastically. I shrugged and continued to sketch down a picture of a park bench. She sighed. "Anyways, I thought I'd let u know we are leaving. Have fun, doing whatever it is you do when your not shooting at something." She looked over me warily and I waved and gave a mummbled mhm before she left. I loved Scar, but jeez did she get on my nerves. I sighed. Well, everyone sort of got on my nerves. I was the epitome of feminism. So feircely independent and hard headed that I usually made life harder than necessary for myself. My attitude was simple. I didn't need anyone, and they didn't need me. Well, scratch that, I needed Tom, but I was fine without him too. It had been hard to adjust at first, but I had made it do. I had adapted, and that is what mattered. Survival. It's the only thing that matters.