An Epilogue To George Orwell's Boyfriend

She practically laughed in his face when he started to acknowledge her interrogation with answers of his own. “[i]Get away?[/i] From what? From [i]this?[/i]” She expelled a sad laugh, but continued. “It’s not a choice for us to make as it is out of [i]our[/i] power. No matter what you try…” She paused, as if she was recalling her own life, a soft jaded expression possessed her face. “You can’t escape. You just have to work with what you have and attempt to make the best of it.” She shook her head, “Of course you miniscule little cranium cap wouldn’t be able to comprehend, so don’t [i]ever[/i] imply that I am selfish.” She burned through her rim that was originated above her chin, her face regaining emotion promptly. “You [i]did[/i] mess me up, and I am
Her brown eyes took in the house that surrounded her, and a grin made its way on her face. Setting a note on the front table of the entrance, she left the house with another word and was escorted by Charles to the airport. He questioned Lily on the facts she educated herself on the Bahamas to “impress” her friends, but it was mostly for herself. Charles sended her off with an abrupt hug and Lily was off pulling her bags to meet her friends at the terminal. She exchanged smiles with the boyfriends she barely kept up with and a dog-pile hug from her friends as if they haven’t seen her in years. Lily wasn’t much of a hugger, pushing her way out of the mush of friends. Brushing herself off, she looked around at the groggy zombies that made up the airport. It was an amusing sight that brought a warm smile on the girl’s face, but her happy demeanor was demolished when Aiden arrived. She gave him his ticket without a greeting and moved up to her place in line quietly looking at her book. Her friends, especially the single ones would be ogling him like he was a God of some sort.