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 but four

this be the home of a

in the army and gave up his life for the

of choosing between his country and his family, he chose

a hero—a bona fide

died an honorable

in arms, by his nation, and by the

sister.

never forget the look in Zachary’s eyes as he made his dying request. “Thomas, take care… of my little

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

and not let anyone hurt her or

Huff!

few deep breaths to calm down. After glancing around the room again, he decided

feel a sense of helplessness as

down by the street gloomily and started smoking a cigarette as he tried to come

man. True enough, that chick was so soft-hearted

silver lining. Take a look at

“You’re awesome, Walt!”

voices were coming from. He spotted four men who looked like thugs, and

a peculiar get-up. Both of his wrists were wrapped up in thick layers of white bandage that was particularly noticeable

he look so

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

Look at those breasts! And those long

burning up inside. Hey, let’s not wait until we get to the motel. It’s dark out now anyway, and

you! Let’s let off some steam first and carry on later