Logan
Leaving Rebel doesn't feel right.
I'm sitting at a cafe at the airport with a frown. I have barely even touched my vanilla latte, which is a favorite of mine, so something is wrong. And I know what: conflicted emotions.
The past two days with Rebel have been too good to be true. We went shopping for food because I figured out the healthcare cost was ruining her, and then I took her out for dinner.
We laughed, had sex, and cuddled every minute of the day.
It was heaven. My favorite part was when I held Rebel, and she was all nervous and said, "You're going to leave me when I'm bald without eyelashes and eyebrows."
She was so silly, and I kissed her and said, "Unlike someone else, I'm not shallow, but I might make fun of you only because I know you will be embarrassed. I'm going to call you my bald sweet angel."
Rebel laughed out loud at that and called me a dick. She patted my chest
too, which made me reel her in and kiss her again.