"Something's come up at the base. I have to go... I'll come see you again." His voice was hoarse, tinged with reluctance and helplessness.
Long-distance relationships were difficult enough before the apocalypse, let alone in the current environment, which was fraught with danger and where communication relied almost entirely on couriers.
"Okay," Josie Quinn nodded. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miles Murray... if you meet another... good woman over there, you can just forget about me. You should be happy with her."
'Relationships are hard to maintain under pressure. Even if he likes me now and I have feelings for him too...'
'...what would happen if we were separated for a long time?'
That was why she said it now—to give him an out.
But the moment the words left her mouth, Miles Murray's expression instantly darkened. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes flashing with hurt and anger. "Josie Quinn! Do you even have a heart?"
