While flipping through my PDA, I came
along some documents Didi had uploaded. Amongst them the dreaded ones
that caused all this trouble.
I miss Dietrich, I miss his calmness,
his soft german accent. I miss his chubby body, holding me,
spoonlike, after sex. A feeling of safety, rare in the life I led.
Not that we really had a thing going.
He was a middle class nerd, obsessed with computers; and I was, well,
me.
Strange how from all things I left
behind, the most I miss is him. It is just now his words echo in my
mind again. “You're not coming back girl, you're leaving for good”.
What we had was simple. I needed a
place to crash, to be away from society. He needed some errants done.
He didn't like to leave the house. Social fears, agrophobia and just
maladjusted to society.
We were like two akward ducks in a
world too strange to feel real.
Why he didn't work for the empire I
have never found out. He had the brains to kick it far. He had family
he seldom visited and he had a cynicism that was both familiar and
hurting at the same time. But there was something, he never shared. I
wonder what.
I'm bored here, I need some action. I
heard there is a settlement in the southeast named Fort Phoenix. I
heard many newcommers tell stories about the opportunities laying for
the seize over there.
I'll go get myself a solomate carbine
and some ammo. I'll leave tomorrow by dawn.
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