Long Fiction
I glanced at my boyfriend nervously. He’d been very quiet for the past half hour, just sitting and staring out the window, like he was waiting for something. It was making me really jumpy. Usually when he was really quiet that meant he was either upset or thinking very seriously about something—both very, very bad things, in my opinion. Cautiously, I sat down by his knees and nudged him gently with my head. “Hey.”He looked down, startled, and the look on his face told me he wasn’t upset. “You...