Chapter 3: Not that clever
So I reread the previous page of this journal, and now a few months later I realize that letting a man you met only days before live in your house sounds extremely dumb. I mean, what kind of sheltered, naive, 19 year old girl would do such a thing? Yeah, this one.
In practice, It didn’t turn out as bad as it could’ve. Salim is actually a really cool guy. He is passionate about his work, he’s really funny and a fantastic kisser. The nagging voice in that back of my head that sounds a lot like my mother is telling me I’m the stupidest person alive for that. What if all he wanted was someone to hold onto at night?
Well, that voice has to be wrong. Why else would he make me breakfast in the morning, or go on walks around the area with me? Why else would we cuddle and talk through the night, soothing eachother’s nightmares?
What could’ve turned out be the dumbest thing I ever did turned out to be the greatest, because we care about each other. We need each other.
What could’ve turned out be the dumbest thing I ever did turned out to be the greatest, because we care about each other. We need each other.
My work is still going great. I’ve been working on codefying our current system of rules. There really aren’t that many, but we’ve got the basics like ‘Do not kill people’ and ‘Do not take things that belong to other people.’ Now, a lot of people rely on scavenging for food, furniture, clothes and other essentials, So that last rule still needs some clarification. There is obviously a big difference between solving local disputes and establishing law, but I hope to eventually establish some neighborhood guidelines at least. Glassbolt Inc. is still technically in charge, and we do see the occasional enforcer. They limit how and with what houses can be built, and yet still refuse to establish new water and power grids. I have to wash myself with water from the same stream I get my mutant fish from,and drinking that water would probably make you seriously ill.
They somewhat respect me, seeing as my parents were somewhat important figures in the company, before the disaster. I still think something sketchy happened in that lab. How else could my father have been so sure of our safety? And if he was so sure, then what went wrong?