Chapter 1
It's been months since I sent the postcard. Sometimes I think it was a mistake sending
it and other times I wish I had put a return address on it. I sleep now. In my dreams I can
taste him and feel him like we're back on the floor of his apartment kissing. Sometimes I have
nightmares, nightmares that remind me Logan could have been in danger even if I didn't return
to Seattle, nightmares that remind me even sending that postcard was extremly dangerous but
then wake up. Logan can protect himself and Bling's got his back, or at least he used to have
his back. I don't know if he still does or not.
Sometimes I wonder if he ever got the use of his legs back. The exo-skeleton helped him walk
yes, but it's different then him regaining use of his legs. I wonder if Eye's Only's still
informing people of Seattle of the injustices in the city?
Work isn't very busy today, so I get off a little bit earlier then usual. I made enough
tips today I can go out to dinner too. I go home and hop in the shower, wanting to get the
grim and worry of the day washed off. It seems silly that me, a genetically engineered soldier
has spent five years pining for one man. It's not that silly though.
Everytime I've gone into heat in the last five years has been hell. All I can think of is
Logan but I know I can't have him. I take the time off work, call in sick. They've figured out
that every few months I take the same amount of time off but they don't ask questions. I turn
off the water and get out of the shower. Feeling clean.
I slip into a a cool sundress. Since I moved here I've started dressing more like a girl.
Another meager small attempt at hiding I guess. I feel like eating Chinese food so I get in
my car and set out for the resturant. I gave up motorcycles for a 2001 Chrysler 300M.
Considering it's age it's in great shape, even though the mechanic keeps saying someday
it's going to die on the side of the road for me. I reach the resturant go in and order.
Tomorro's another day right? Maybe my prince will come, or maybe I've ust become a
romantic in my old age