Lucas

That night I lay awake deep into the night wrestling with my inner turmoil, before finally striding to Heather's room on impulse. 

"I hope she accept me, I don't want to force myself on her." I murmured.

My heart clenched bitterly at how readily she once welcomed me into her bed, so different from the cautious tension now radiating from her. I had lost ground there somehow - but I could regain it, given time. She was still mine.

I slide under the sheets and noticed she wasn't sleeping either.

"The boy's fate rides on his choices tomorrow," I pronounced without preamble. "If he embraces his destined role, I...