Looking at the ceiling Wolffe tried to clear his mind. It had been so long since he had felt normal, and his brothers fighting in the living room did not help. In fact, Boost kept teasing him about Lyni. All of the high schooler's were now in on it.

Getting up he paced, how would someone so beautiful notice someone as broken as him? There was only one answer, she wouldn't. He would just have to accept that fact in his life.

Leaving off his pacing he went downstairs to the family desktop computer. He hadn't been allowed a laptop since his dad found Wolffe crying over a message from one of his cousins. They were trying to learn more about the fire that crippled all of Wolffe's squad and had nearly killed him.

Dad had arrived at home and the teens were now working on their homework at the table. Boost opened his mouth to say something but when both dad and Fox glared at him he shut it again. Logging into his email, Wolffe paused, there was a message from Lyni.

Noticing how Wolffe had stiffened, his dad came and stood behind him. Placing a hand on his son's shoulder when he saw the email Wolffe was staring at, "Are you going to open it?"

Nodding once Wolffe clicked on the email and read through it, the message was sort and to the point while being endearingly shy. Controlling his voice carefully Wolffe spoke, "Fox, will you need the motorcycle tonight?"

Looking up his older brother asked, "No why?"

A shrug, "A classmate's heater broke and they want to know if I can fix it."

Throwing him the keys Fox answered, "Try not to scratch it."

Squeezing his shoulder his dad spoke. "How many are in this family?"

Forgetting his brothers were in the room Wolffe answered, "She has three older brothers."

Sitting up Boost burst out, "She?" Then continuing, "Is it your girlfriend?"

Glaring at him Wolffe answered, "That is not your business kid." The look silenced his brother for the time being and Wolffe messaged back saying that he could and asked for the address. He was given it twelve minutes later. During that time he worked on the free form poem,

Darkness

It was a dark day

When I was there.

All was darkness

In the time before.

Only spots of

Light came to me

Only a few times

Did I see the sun.

Always around one.