I watched them, sitting together on such a beautiful night. Drinking the sweet coconut milk, watching the ocean, and each other. I was about to make this perfect night ugly, well, for her.
Didn't I make it clear to everyone that he wasmine?Well she made it clear after spilling my deepest darkest secret. But I didn't care, he was mine, not hers. Not now, not ever.
You could ask me why I'm not sitting here not thinking about home but of him. I do think about it, all the time. But when he's with me I always forget. Time stops but my heart doesn't. It beats faster, and faster, and faster.
I can barely remember home now. All I've seen for the past two weeks are the same six faces and the swarm of trees that surround us. I'm getting sick of it. I try to remember home but I can't think about it without breaking down and that's the last thing I want to happen because if it does, they'll know I'm vulnerable, scared, and alone. I'm cheerful Mel. I can't be sad. It's an unwritten rule.
Another unwritten rule is that he is mine. I know she knows it and sooner or later. He will to.