A Sinking Ship

Only You

The following morning, I vomited again. No dream. Didn't eat. I didn't fell ill. I felt normal. Maybe it was something I had eaten the previous night. I decided that that was the reason. Sounded good enough to me.

That whole morning was rather uneventful. I threw some bread into the toaster and poured some coffee into a mug. And that was about it...I should really take up a hobby or something. If you count invading Cultist compounds, I'll take it though. I did find the previous days venture rather fulfilling. I did knock someone out. Yeah...I forgot about that.

Jacob didn't even knock. I wiped my head around when the door burst open. He looked fucking pissed. I watched as he sat on the chair and put his hands on his head.

"Someone infiltrated the Veterans center." I looked up from my toast and put up a facade of concern. It was funny that he was worried about a single person. And they didn't even take anything! It sounds weird speaking in third person.

"Did they take anything?" I asked. He shook his head as he grabbed a piece of toast from my plate. "Then why are you worried?"

"Because...you know what, never mind." He said, his face flushing red. Oh. I guess I wasn't as careful as I thought I was being. I felt a twinge of guilt build up inside of me, but If I told him that it was me, I don't think he'd be happy about it. So I kept quiet.

"So...what did you do yesterday?" He asked. I couldn't help but smile.

"Mmm...you know, the usual. Sitting around like the useless creature I am." I said through a mouthful of toast. Jacob chuckled deeply, and the sounds sent a shiver down my spine. I think he noticed the flush creeping up my neck.

"There is a sermon today if you'd like to come." He mentioned. I nodded, feeling curiosity get the better of me. I never believed in their whole religion thing, but it would be interesting to listen in on one.

"Okay." I said. We locked eyes for a second. I really had no idea where Jacob was when it came to us. Of course, I told him I loved him. And he seemed to really care for me, but I don't really know if he is willing to let his guard down just yet. I was the first to look away. I just didn't know.

I stood up, feeling the need to break the uncomfortable stillness, but felt a wave of nausea hit me. I fell back into my seat, seeing black dots fill my vision.

"Are you okay?" He asked. For the first time since I began to throw up, I felt a twinge of fear. Not because I had no idea what it was. No. It was because I had an idea of what it could be. And it did not sit comfortably with me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a bit tired." I said, standing back up to collect the dishes. He didn't look quite convinced, but I really didn't want to be bothered with it. I cleaned them mindlessly. No. That couldn't be the reason, I thought. The chances of that happening were so unlikely, it may has well been zero. But still...

I finished off the dishes, and leaned against the counter. What I said to him wasn't a lie. I was tired. I did stay up for a while last night, though. I was busy reading a book I had found in the end side table. I looked up to find Jacob staring at me. Damn, I forgot he was there. I pushed off of the counter and walked to me room.

"What time is the Sermon?" I asked.

"In a few hours."

"What will you be doing before then?"

"Work." He didn't seem to be very committed to the conversation. His focus was on something else. I noticed it often. His mind seemed to be almost as hard to navigate as his feelings. Almost.

"Can I come with?" That definitely grabbed his attention. He looked at me quizzically. Why? His eyes said, but he didn't ask. But then his eyes brightened, and he nodded. I quickly changed into my red leather jacket and jeans and was back in a few minutes top. He was already outside, so I followed him out.