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Trent runs his fingers through his hair before taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. He also rubs his nose, feeling the irritation of the marks left by his glasses.

"Are you alright, Trent?" Alan asks.

"I'm fine. It's just my glasses."

"Do they bother you?"

"Yeah. They irritate me sometimes, but it's no big deal. I only wear them because I have astigmatism."

"Oh. Well, you can't mess with your glasses on the battle field."

"I know that, but I can't see without my glasses."

"I hope you're able to concentrate on the battle."

"I will, Alan. I'll be fine. Really."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

Alan heads for the boys' tent, while Trent stays behind to gather his thoughts.

(A war changes people. I just hope...I change for the better. I don't want to be one of those people who become desensitized from the horrors that war brings. I also don't want to become like those soldiers from those war movies. I know it wouldn't be right for me to try and get even with my father, but he's always managed to hit me where it hurts the most. It's not easy, I admit, to resist the urge to get revenge on someone.)

"Trent?"

He jumps and sees Tamryn.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you."

"It's okay."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just thinking."

"About what?"

The upcoming war."

"Oh."

Tamryn sits next to him.

"I'm worried about what will become of us after we are finished."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean will we be hardened after the battle is over?"

"I'm sure the only thing that changes is that we are stronger than before the battle."

"I hope you're right."

"Trent, I mean it."

He nods.

"I'm also hoping I don't resent my dad anymore after the war than I do now."

Tamryn sighs.

"What is it?"

"Why is it so hard for you to forgive your dad?"

"Because he has abused me in almost every way ever since my mom died."

"But Trent, that's no excuse for you to not forgive your dad, no matter what he did or does to you. I worry about you."

He looks her straight in the eyes.

"You say that a lot. I honestly worry about you as welll, especially after that near accident."

He takes off his glasses, carefully placing them on the ground by his feet, and Tamryn finds herself lost in Trent's dull gray eyes. The moon behind him reflects off her green eyes. Without his glasses, Trent looks like a completely different person, which causes butterflies to flutter in Tamryn's stomach. She tries not to blush, knowing there was a chance he could see them.

"You sure look different without your glasses."

"I've worn glasses for six years because of my astigmatism. I hate the way they leave marks on my nose."

"Have you considered contacts?"

"Um, I'm the clumsiest person on earth."

"Oh yeah. Forgot about that."

"It's okay. No one's perfect."

There is silence. Trent sighs.

"What is it?"

Samuel has been teasing me a lot lately."

"What do you mean?"

He takes a deep breath.

"Have you notice what the others have hinted the two of us?"

"What are you saying, Trent?"

"This really isn't easy for me to say, and I hope I don't weird you out. I didn't want to admit to him or myself, but I have feelings for you. Tamryn, I really like you."

"You li-"

Before she knew what was happening, Tamryn feels Trent's lips pressed against hers. The butterflies start flying in her stomach again. When he pulls away, he immediately looks away.

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