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1902 New Year
Happy New Year, can you believe that I'm happy these holidays are over. I don't like all the commotion there is around these days, it's not like it feels any different from any other day right.
So now it's 1902 you can catch me writing the date wrong I always forget to change the number. I'm sitting alone on a bench right not in some park which is beautifully covert in snow.
It's getting late but I don't care it's not like someone would be worrying or anything, my parents barely looked at me at the Christmas feast. Only, no he wouldn't worry, or would he be searching were I am right now.
How I wish he was.
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My wish was granted, Rourke came looking for me and he's pretty mad right now. I'm under cold, my whole body is a Popsicle, my lips are blue,my nose is red I look like a frosted snowman.
He layed me in his bed with so many cover over me I'm sweating so hard, now I'm over heating. His room is kinda nice, is clean and plain not one single picture only military stuff and guns. But still I like it, his personality comes through.
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That warm bath made my night, it was so relaxing. Rourke pushed me that I should take a hot bath otherwise he was scared that I would get sick, so he gave me some towels and a shirt of him that I could where when I was done.
He gave me a compliment when I came downstairs and he saw me he said that I looked better in his clothes than he does and that I should wear them more often, this made my face go tomato red.
My heart skips a beat every time I see him, I would love to be together with him, but that would be a dream forever. Tomorrow it's back to work and fighting, I look forward to the new combat skills he's going to teach me, Rourke says he has some special training that suits me perfectly.
I wonder what it is?