Pathetic Soldier Boy

I’m about to leave when my purse accidentally knocks over a photo frame with Max and his grandpa, shattering it to pieces.

Crap, he’s gonna kill me.

Putting on some gloves, I remove the photo and sweep the splinter before throwing them in a trashcan.

Mom has one of hers. People cherish these things. This will just be another reason to hate me.

If only there’s a way to get it reframed with him knowing.

Taking the photo along, I left the house.

After some minutes, I was at the supermarket. Took awhile to navigate my way around the city.

Getting out of the car, I enter.

I quickly grabbed the stuff needed, paid for them, then left. Humans are everywhere.

The mundane smell and noisy atmosphere make me sick.

“Luna”

Someone says take the bags from me. It was one of our soldiers.

“Oh, Hey”

“What are you doing in this part of the country?”

He asks, and I smile

“I’m staying at Max’s house here and we ran out of groceries. What about you?”

The man blushes and scratches his head

“Visiti