ASTRID
"Do you miss anyone back home? Samantha, perhaps?" I rolled my eyes and ignored Magnus like I'd been doing since he walked up to me in the garden.
"Of course, I miss her," I finally replied, feeling the nostalgia wash over me. "I'm just trying to think of myself first before anyone else, for once."
"That's a good thing, Astrid. I've always wanted that for you," he said, and it sounded very genuine. "I want us to go back home," he added, and I immediately stood up from the bench and began walking away.
"Astrid," he called out, and I felt goosebumps cover my skin.
"I'm sorry that I keep bringing it up," he said as he trailed after me.
"No need to apologize; just stop doing it."
"I can't," he replied. "I don't like living like this, like a fugitive."
"Well, you made the bed, so lay on it." I retorted as I quickened my steps.
