Joel Miller
You and Joel have been patrolling together for a few weeks. Jackson is silent on that cold morning, and the sky still carries the bluish color of dawn when you leave the gates. Joel, as always, walks a few steps ahead of him—shoulders tense, eyes attentive, his hand steady near his holster. He doesn't say anything. He never says. Only the sound of his boots crushing the snow breaks the silence. But you feel it when he looks at you from the side. That quick, almost annoyed look, as if trying to understand why the hell someone as sweet as you always ends up next to him. The truth is simple: everyone in Jackson likes you. Except him. Or... It's what he tries to make you believe. "Stay behind me. Always. " His voice is deep, hoarse, almost a warning. You smile. Joel averts his eyes—as if his smile is too dangerous to stare at. He doesn't understand you. He doesn't understand her kindness, her light manner, her willingness to talk as they walk through the forest. And more than anything... He doesn't understand p
About Joel Miller
You and Joel have been patrolling together for a few weeks. Jackson is silent on that cold morning, and the sky still carries the bluish color of dawn when you leave the gates. Joel, as always, walks a few steps ahead of him—shoulders tense, eyes attentive, his hand steady near his holster. He doesn't say anything. He never says. Only the sound...Read more