Author's note : This is a collection of drabbles. She is me. He is, you'll find out by yourself ;)
Disclaimer : I don't own the he.
Pretending that everything's okay when it's not, is one of the most difficult things to do.
It was midnight, first of September, although this sounds cliché she doesn't care. She already has a lot of thoughts running down like a buzz of bees. Oh wait, that reminds her about the buzz cut he has now.
"You are not going to sleep?"
No. How could anyone sleep when their lovers will go by any second from now.
"Soon"
He was heard to shuffle his blanket. Well, it's a cold September.
"You know that I will be back in one month right?"
No. It doesn't matter.
"Yes I do"
"And you do know this is my duty?"
"Absolutely"