The Virtual Timepiece (ch 12)For the first time since he had back to England, Ulrich found himself wishing he was back in uniform."Bloody hell, you'd think I'd grown blasted horns," he muttered, watching as people scurried around him, their eyes wide and staring. He didn't realize, of course, that the annoyance he felt showed in his expression. Instead, he just shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at the pebbles under his feet. Not paying attention, he suddenly felt his shoulder hit hard, and he grunted and staggered back. Looking up, the man who had bumped into him snarled down at him."Watch it, ya bleedin' idiot. The road ain't for you alone."Ulrich's eyes narrowed and tried not to wrinkle his nose in disgust at the smell that wafted from his attacker."Bloody well might be-" The angry retort died on his lips, his gaze caught by something over the man's shoulder. A woman was walking across the street, her exotic face wary. Ulrich's breathe stopped for a moment when she turned, and looked his way. "'Scus
For the Best?It's sensible.It might not even happenBut how it hurts to think aboutWe live so far apartHim and II love him sobut....It's hard for himTo stayTo find what he needsI want to help himBut instead I'm helplessWhining and crying like a childHe's everything to meI would do anythingFor himTo be able to live hereTo be happyTo be with him for our livesBut if he goes fartherAnd we break apartI fear my soul will break with usBut...it's what's best.Isn't it?