Workloads

Aileene's days were getting more and more unhindered. Whatever self-control she had left disappeared with the winds of change that had swept her life. And she was slowly accepting the fact that all this was fine, it was fine for her to be happy. It was fine for her days to pass by with no worries and it was fine for her to rest after such a long mission.  

And even though she was still receiving the letters of progress from Dmitri. She was no longer as focused or as impassioned about her goal. She had thought herself to be immovable, but she had never truly admitted to herself how human she was. Before she had thought to complete her mission for her parents, after their death she had thought to abandon her mission for them and now she wanted to drop all her ambitious for such a lovely romance. Aileene wanted to laugh at herself, she didn't know if she was a fool or a fool in denial.