~Jennie’s~

“You don’t get to act like you care when you’re the reason I’m broken in the first place.”

That’s the first thing I say to him.

Not ‘good morning.’

Not ‘how did you sleep, Reo?’

Not even a sarcastic ‘thanks for not letting me get eaten by that jungle lizard last night.’

Just that.

And maybe it’s cruel. Maybe it’s not the most mature opener. But I’m tired of bottling things. I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel anything at all.

The generator hums softly in the corner. It was freshly delivered with a box of dry supplies and two thermoses of lukewarm coffee. Outside, the rain has thinned...