I’m thinking about what we’ve just done. Who does a thing like that? But for us, it was so easy. It’s like we are in our own world, just he and I. A world where rosebuds bloom into beautiful flowers, not withering and dying like in my dream. The outside world is where sheds burn down, where shadows come to life and hurt people. Inside our room, in the cave, we are an unattainable force of nature. I wish it could just be the two of us. That it could be simple. That there could be no secrets between the two of us. That’s my goal: to be free and able to have the life with Dillon that we both deserve. Once again, we’ve used no protection. It’s nearer to when my period’s due, so it’s likely that we could have a baby. I want to smack myself on the forehead. What am I doing? Bringing another life into this tragic situation. It’s definitely not the smartest move I’ve ever made. But, that makes me resentful because Dillon and I should be parents. We should have all of those things just like normal people.
