Entry Number 050603A
I sat up on my bed, legs curled to my chest. I stared at my toes and moved them a few times, watching the grey socks shift with the movement.
It would make sense if I felt something towards the Weasel. He gave me a freedom and sense of comfort whenever I was around him, whether or not we were joking with eachother. He was a shoulder I could lean on, now that Rose was constantly asleep, drunk or angry. My father was as absent as ever, and what was left was the Resistance pilot. For now, Larel Imnis.
My head turned quickly when I heard a long shout and slam from the floor below me. The rooms underneath my floor was the kitchens used by the stormtroopers, and I would've just passed it off as a plate falling or a tray getting pushed into a wall if I didn't hear my father's voice. He rarely entered that part of the Finalizer.
It would make sense if I felt something towards the Weasel. He gave me a freedom and sense of comfort whenever I was around him, whether or not we were joking with eachother. He was a shoulder I could lean on, now that Rose was constantly asleep, drunk or angry. My father was as absent as ever, and what was left was the Resistance pilot. For now, Larel Imnis.
My head turned quickly when I heard a long shout and slam from the floor below me. The rooms underneath my floor was the kitchens used by the stormtroopers, and I would've just passed it off as a plate falling or a tray getting pushed into a wall if I didn't hear my father's voice. He rarely entered that part of the Finalizer.