Katrina’s Point of View
“You have been quiet” Becky says the following day in the evening when she joins me in the living room where I am sprawled on the couch with my hands under my head while I watch the latest episode of my favourite series.
She plops down on the couch, her eyes still on me as I close my eyes, shaking my head. Then shifted my attention back to the TV.
“Is everything okay between you and the commander?” She tells me as I inhale sharply.
Turning my attention to her. I would love to talk about everything happening with someone, but I am not sure she is the right person I should be talking to.
“It is nothing. Pretty sure, just exhausted” I force a smile, and she nods her head, just staring at me without saying anything.
I shift about to grab my stuff so that I can rest in my bedroom.
“You do not have to leave because of me. I can go” she says grabbing her things and about to stand up and I stare at her.
I have never been good at discussing my problems with anyone. But
