The lack of action enrages me. I enrage me. I told Mira she only ever does anything to benefit herself. Now she’s in my burning barn. Saving my horses. Saving my sister. And I said that to her. What I should have said to her is that I love her. That I needed some time to lick my wounds. That we would be fine. That I was going to come back. That I’d never felt this way about another person before. That I never wanted to again. The need to tell her overwhelms me. And instinct overtakes all sense. All I know is I need her. I need to tell her I love her.
