It had been a miracle that Lauren was even able to take leave.
She had want to and hadn't wanted to; she wanted the break, the vacation, the relaxation, but she knew the time away was going to make her regret her enlistment even more. She was getting a bump up, a better position, better pay, and for what? So she could continue being away from her family and stuck in some desert somewhere?
Two friends had invited her to Marseilles for the weekend, a quick trip from where she was currently stationed, and they had already gone home. Laurel left tomorrow, and on the other side of her short leave was a long, long, long, stint at work, so she was at least going to make the best of it.
The little market was closing up for the evening, but Lauren hadn't found anything that she wanted to eat. Instead she had wandered listlessly, glancing at the various awnings and trying to feel better about her life and her choices but nothing was soothing her thoughts or her appetite.
Stalling near a small flower stand with the breeze ruffling her skirt, Lauren pulled her cardigan tighter around her and began to wonder if she should just cut her losses and head back to her hotel.
At least she'd be able to enjoy sleeping in a real bed, hopefully.