A tight secret (Philip Graves / reader)

Chapter 12 (Final)

I heard a distend ringing in the background, it took me seconds minutes to grasp the news I had just received. It shouldn't have been a shocked to me. I never prepared myself for this, but now it was reality there was no "preparation."

"Commander Graves is dead." I was told in a cold stern voice by some man, who I'm not even sure who he even was.
I didn't cry for the first few moments, rather I just stood there wearing an off putting smile. That's what I was told. I can't remember what I was thinking only remembering how I felt. Sadness deeply sadness, piercing pain in my chest and heart. My brain was racing but it seemed to stop time around me. The man I loved, had held me in his arms, shared smiles and laughs with, shared a bed, cried tears or pain and joy with and even planned on having a family with was dead. He wasn't just away somewhere but rather gone. Completely soul and mind. Flamed and burned, skin ruined and ironically cold and blue but also burnt. What would happen to me? I wasn't to sure on that it since it had just been a few hours since his passing. I'm not furious with the soldiers who killed him. I'm nothing other than sad. I'm just now grieving the lost of my best friend. I will continue to grief for years to come. I did manage to start crying and I don't mean to make it sound like a chore and like I'm forcing myself. I'm just trying my hardest to come to these bitter tasting facts. I would rather be sent to death right along side him then to live a life free from punishment. Though one could argue this is punishment enough being I have nothing else to lose or even take. If they look for me which I'm sure they will I'll just give myself up. There will be no resistance from me no hesitation. I'll happily go. I'm sure he tried his hardest to come home. He fought so hard to the point he was probably using his heart instead of his logic and mind to find an efficient ways home. I hope they treat his lifeless ashes or whatever was left of him kindly and graciously. Though they see him as a bastard criminal I saw him for who and what he was. A kind, loving, caring, and adoring man who had the wrong opportunities and took the wrong decisions. My heart aches and longs for him and will continue to for the rest of my sorrow life which I hope isn't too long moving forward. I hope there will at least be a funeral, if there is I'll beg to go. I'll give everything I have even my soul to go and see him off this time.

Ceremony
It was a beautiful service regardless of there being no body. I'm sure it was confusing for everyone to mourn and hate a man who committed treason. They all cried for the man they use to know. His mother weep, his father had the coldest look I've ever had the displeasure of seeing. I'm sure he was upset in his own right for many reasons, I'm also sure he loved his son dearly. More than I could or ever would. But I definitely do love Philip, I will continue to defend him not his actions. I'm sure they had reasoning but never justification. May the man I love and will forever hold close rest peacefully.

(The end! I hope you guys enjoyed this story I love you all, thank you so much for reading!)