The History in Us — L.B. Dunbar

Are you a hero yet? Her words rang in my head. I wanted to be. For you, I want to be, I told her in my dream, the dream where she kissed me again. A hero-worthy kiss. Stay safe, she had said. Come back to me. My lips tingled. The brush of hers over mine a memory held in the blackest of nights, the hottest of desert days, and the cold-evil hell of war against hidden enemies. I wanted another chance to taste those lips, melt them against mine, and mold her body to me. I wanted to live. For Katie.