I’m Someone Else

Chloe made a trip to the nearest grocery shop and came back with some meat and vegetables. She prepared a delicious meal for Thomas right in the house she was renting.

“The food’s ready, Thomas. Give it a taste and see if you like my cooking.”

Thomas nodded. He was starving after everything that happened today.

Chloe was a pretty good cook. The food she made was excellent, and Thomas dug in heartily, but as he ate, he began to realize that she was only filling up his plate while she stuck with a few bites of mashed potatoes.

“Why aren’t you eating more, Chloe?”

“Oh! I’m on a diet, Thomas. You don’t need to worry about me. Have some more.”

“A diet?”

Thomas found it strange. It was the first time he had heard of someone going on a diet by eating mashed potatoes.

After the meal, he saw Chloe taking out several food containers and storing the leftovers in them. It was then that he realized what was going on. She wasn’t on a diet at all. The food was too precious to her. She wanted to bring it to her sickly father instead.

Thomas felt his heart twisting up.

He watched as Chloe walked off into the kitchen before closing his eyes. Those frail, slender shoulders of hers bore the weight of a burden far too heavy for her. A person her age shouldn’t be shouldering such heavy responsibilities.

He heaved out a heavy sigh.

He then opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and glanced around the room. It was small. All it could fit was a bed. The thing that caught his attention the most was the little slivers of blue skies that peeked through the ceiling.

He was overwhelmed with bitterness and regret, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists. Was this the home of a hero?

nothing

the home of a hero who served his country

years in the army and gave up

choosing between his country and his family, he chose

was a hero—a bona

died an

by his brothers in arms, by his nation, and by

his little sister. They had been each other’s strength ever

would never forget the look in Zachary’s eyes as he made his dying request. “Thomas, take

blood, not tears, but on the day when Zachary died,

A hero.

Those who sacrificed themselves were heroes, and

that from now on, he was going to treat Zachary’s sister as his own and not let anyone

Huff!

calm down. After glancing around the room again, he decided

left the house with his mind made up, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness as he felt about his pockets. Even the best of men were bested

the street gloomily and started smoking a

genius, Walt! Look at you pretending to be a poor, disabled man. True enough, that chick was so soft-hearted and sympathetic that she

a silver lining. Take a look at

“You’re awesome, Walt!”

men who looked like thugs, and they were dragging an

get-up. Both of his wrists were wrapped up in thick layers of white bandage that was particularly noticeable in the darkness of night. The bandages kept his hands

Why does he

realized that the man was Walt Fisher, the guy whose wrists he had broken just

chick is the bomb! Look at those breasts! And

piped up, “That’s right. I feel like I’m burning up inside. Hey, let’s not wait until we get to

off some steam first and