#altairwrites

im not done

i wrote u another thing

i think we might need to see a marriage counselor

“Balloons? Really?”

Nate looked at the balloons with a small smile. He’d lost a shoe and most of his rations getting the balloons and finding a helium tank that actually still worked. The rapid decay of the world around them left very little in the way of birthday ideas. “Yeah, balloons. I could have gone with cake but… there’s a reason I wasn’t assigned to working the kitchens.” He held out his hand to her, ignoring the way his pulse quickened as her fingers brushed over his as she took them. “Happy Birthday, Cameron.”

“I said that I’m in love with you.”

He took a step back, as if her words had physically knocked him off center. He should have been ecstatic. Should have been dancing on the tables of the mess hall. Instead he frowned and shook his head. This was wrong. She couldn’t be in love with him… she didn’t know him. Nate let out a long breath and looked everywhere else before his eyes finally met hers again. “No… you don’t. You don’t know me. This? Everything you see because of our situation… it’s not the real me.” He wanted to tell her the truth, just to see if she’d stay. Instead the words that tumbled from his lips were nothing more than “I should go.”

“Can you get asthma? I think I’m totally getting asthma here.”

“That’s not asthma, Cam… you’re having a panic attack. Let’s… let’s get you back to your place.”

“My head is pounding harder than a sailor on shore leave.”

“That’s probably why they restrict alcohol. Don’t worry I covered for you in the kitchen this morning. You can go back to sleep, I’ll be here if you need anything.”

You.’re. Ta.gs. 

You will pay. Just wait. I’m working on something for you.

ALY YOU ARE SO MEAN TO ME

I AM CHOKING.

I wrote you a thing did u see