Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎the red, the white, and the blues

A/N: tysm @bangtanengsubs for this:)))

I walked down the stairs and I saw him. He had all of his bags packed, and he was head-to-toe in military gear. I wanted to cry, but I just couldn't.

"Y/n, I'm leaving." He said and I walked up to him and he pushed hair behind my ear. He closed his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me in. Our lips molded together for the last time for a couple years- if he even makes it home.

I pulled away to look at his face once more. I traced my fingers down his cheek and he dropped a tear. "Don't leave." I whispered and he shook his head. "I'll write every day, I'll come home every time I'm given the opportunity Doll, it's only for three years."

"You say that like it's a short amount of time." I received a short chuckle from him and I wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me tight and I let myself cry a little bit.

He let me go and he opened the door and looked back at me one more time. "Don't die on me." I said and he smiled.

"Anything for you." He said. He pecked my lips one more time before leaving. He knew I would've convinced him to stay.

And it hurts to remember. It hurts to remember the pain of him leaving, and the pain of him never coming back.