Short stories

I love you part 2

His POV
I look in the mirror and stare at my black tux. My face is sickly pale and my eyes have bags under them. My hair is a mess as I just rolled out of bed and started to get ready. I quickly walk to my bathroom, fix my hair and finish up any last touches before my mom walks into the room. "You ready?" She questions, looking at me sadly . "Yea." I nod at her and we walk out of my room. I pause at the top of the steps as I watch the love of my life looking up at me with a smile on her face.

"Y/n." I whisper, walking down the steps quickly and taking her into my arms. "You just saw me yesterday." She mumbles into the crook of my neck. "I don't care. It felt like a lifetime." I pull away from her and grab her hand as we look back at our parents. Once everyone's ready we walk out the front and around to the back of our house. Chairs are set up everywhere and families are gathered around, talking to each other.

Me and y/n walk to the front of the service and sit down. I look at the caskets and a fire burns in my chest. My men, my friends are in there and it's my fault. A tear slips down my cheek but before I can wipe it a small hand does it for me. I look over at y/n and see her watching me intently. "It's not your fault." She whispers, grabbing my face in her hands. "I was the one who called the mission. I was the one-" she cuts me off by placing a small kiss to my lips.

"It's not your fault." She says, keeping her voice quiet but stern. I sigh and lean into her hand. "Ok." I whisper, more tears falling down my face. "I love you." She mumbles, kissing my lips again. She goes to pull away but my hand wraps around her waist, stopping her. I bring my hands up to the back of her head and pull her impossibly closer. "Mm." She moans softly into my mouth. I groan and pull away from her slowly before pacing my forehead against hers. "I love you too." I murmur, quickly pecking her lips as the funeral begins.

Her POV
It's been two months since the mission and everyone's been down. I just got home a couple weeks ago and honestly I'm so happy. I was so scared I was gonna die but I knew my boys would save me. Right now I'm holding Ace's hand as people talk about the loved ones they've lost. I look around and my eyes meet Lorenzo's. I give him a small smile which she returns and turn back around.

The funeral was fairly quick which I'm thankful for. Not to be rude or anything but I just don't have it in me to sit there for hours and listen to stories of dead loved ones. I have my own to grieve. I slowly stand up and pull Ace with me. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat. "I'm sorry." Ace mumbles into my hair.

"You have nothing to apologize for." I say pulling away from him. He goes to say something but I give him a 'shut the fuck up' look. He sighs and we walk into the house where there's food and drinks plus people can talk some more.

Quickly the day goes by and now I'm in my shared room with Ace. I changed into pjs and am laying on the bed as he's in the bathroom. I roll over and stare at the wall as my mind storms with thoughts. I think about all the lives lost and all the families grieving. I'm pulled from my thoughts as arms wrap around my waist. "Where are you?" Ace questions, kissing my shoulder. "Here." I whisper, turning in his arms to face him. "I'm here." I whisper, kissing him softly.

I break the kiss and lay my head on his chest as his hand rubs my arm softly. I listen to his soft breathing and sigh as I finally relax. "I love you." I feel the rumble of his chest and bury myself closer to his body. "I love you too." I yawn, eyes closing. I soon relax fully and my mind goes blank as I embrace the comfort. And once again. I'm happy to go to sleep.