πŸͺ–War & StoriesπŸ“–

"The girl finally found her house and lived happily ever after. The end." He claps and leans back like the just ended the war.


"What was that?" I snort.


Hayden gives me a disgusted look, "What, not enough princessey stuff for your liking?"


"Well," I start, fidgeting with my gloves, "Maybe if you actually tried to do something for once. Something easy like, I don't know, just telling a well structured story?"


Hayden scoffs, "How does one tell a well structured story, when life is absolute chaos?"


"By trying!" I retrot.


"Krystal, your 17, coming up on 18. I'm 20, so stop acting like you know everything." He says sourly.


"I got drafted, you work here by choice so dont act like everything is my fault!" I yell.


"When did I say this was your fault?!" He yells back.


I want to cry, but I'll look like a princesse that can't handle an argument.


"Why are you like this all the time now?" I breathed with a sigh.


"Because I’m older now." He says calmly.


"Yeah, I guess I thought things were just like they were 4 years ago." I sigh again.


He's quiet, likes he's remembering those days. Then when he speaks again, all he says is "Me, too." and reaches for my hand. I grab it and look down.


Sarah coughing reminds me that we are entertaining our group of 12 year olds that we drafted, just like me. I let go of Hayden's had.


"Whatever," I say standing up, "Sarah, go to you tent and get rest, that cough won't heal itself, Daniel and...Priscilla, you're on gaurd duty. The rest of you can stay up or go to bed, I don't care but yoh need to sleep at some point."


Daniel and Priscilla look at each other excitedly, they were always inseparable and I don't know what one of them would do without the other. Sarah growns and heads to her tent while the others stare at Hayden with eyes, begging that they can stay up and play games.


"Fine." He mumbles "But if your not quiet tomorrow you onlt get snack, dinner, and a bottle of dirty water."


"We'll be quiet, we promise Mr. Hayes." Abby, the youngest, whispers.


"Only games I'm allowing tonight are safe archery, building, campfire stories, quiet ball, and going to sleep. You have 2 hours." He says, his eyes fully on me as I walk step into my tent.


I zip the tent closed once I'm inside and sigh as the kids quietly cheer. I loved Hayden, but I knew he doesn't truly love me back anymore.


He didn't even care enough to remeber I turned 18 tomorrow.




🌻I want to make this a book i have a few ideas.🌻

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