Second Thoughts

The bus was near inches away from driving out of town, and Isabella has asked the driver to stop. To say that I am not scared for what is about to happen would be a blatant lie. Has she at this very last second gone and changed her mind?

But the driver does as she asks, and he pulls the bus over to the side and stops. The doors are not even open yet, and she is dashing outside. The tremble in her hands is so bad that they are clearly visible. I don't know what, but something has got her spooked.

I move closer to her but very slow, for I know not to cramp her space when she is having what she calls a panic attack. Not truly a real one in the sense of the word. It is just she prefers her space when she needs a moment to think for herself.

"Boo, are you okay? What is wrong?"

"Soldier, are we making the right decision?"

"I think we are. Do you think otherwise?"

"I am scared we are going to lose each other. My heart won't take being without you."