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

Hahn was a soldier! He served eight years in the army and gave up

and his family, he chose the former and willingly

a hero—a bona

an

his brothers in arms, by his nation,

his little sister. They had been each

in Zachary’s eyes as he made his dying

but on the day when Zachary died, Thomas wept. He cried

A hero.

word hero weighed heavily on Thomas. Those who sacrificed themselves were heroes, and he, who survived, was filled with

treat Zachary’s sister as his own and not let anyone hurt her or humiliate her. He was going to change the Hahns’ living situation! He wanted

Huff!

After glancing around the room again, he decided to rent a new place for

mind made up, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness as he felt about his pockets. Even

started smoking a cigarette as he

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

lining. Take a look at this

“You’re awesome, Walt!”

direction where the voices were coming from. He spotted four men who looked like thugs, and they were dragging an unconscious young woman along

that was particularly noticeable

Why does he look

a closer look, Thomas realized that the man was Walt Fisher, the guy whose

sly grin on his face. “Guys, this chick is the bomb! Look

up inside. Hey, let’s not wait until we get to the motel. It’s dark out now anyway, and there’s no one around.

Let’s let off some steam first and carry on