"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone.
Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily.
"I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line.
"We're going to fix it oka...
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A/N: AS WE DISCUSSED THE FACE CLAIM FOR KILLIAN DOES NOT HAVE HETEROCHROMIA OR THE WHITE PATCHES IN HER HAIR AND IT WORKS BECAUSE 'KILLIAN' PREFERS TO HIDE THOSE THINGS
Also Cenchs lazy eye >>>>>>>>>>>>> ** fans self ** ughhhhh such a lil sweet face.
Oakley 'Cench' Caesar- Su Ouarzazate, Morocco
I watched her from the window. Things about her changed drastically in the past two years. Worst part is she changed all the things I loved about her. Killian wore dark contact lenses, her hair was all jet black again, and she had lost a considerable amount of weight. Same as anytime she went AWOL.
She glowed though, a radiance I'd only seen once or twice. The bullet between my fingers slipped through and through easily as I twirled it around. Looking down at it, the letters K.R.A carefully etched into the side. Her time was almost up, and I prayed I wouldn't have to use this bullet.
From the window I saw Wadz pull her aside to talk, it was dark only illuminated by the fire pit in the middle of the party and little gas lanterns. I decided against interrupting, because knowing Wadz we would argue.
He's made it very clear that right now, he wasn't fucking with her. I hated that my best friend and brother felt that way about my girl, but those were his feelings. I however made it clear that he could feel how he felt, but he wasn't going to disrespect her. In any capacity. They had some weird connection through saving each other that I never understood before, but over time hearing him talk about it made more sense.
We've all had I close encounters with death within the group, but Wadz was the exception. He did die, and he remembers it all vividly.
One night about a year ago we all got drunk, and started sharing old stories of the past and Ant asked him what dying was like.
To him he said that night he knew he wasn't going to make it, because the back door he left out of nobody else ever used. He said it was cold and all he could hear was his mother crying out for God to have mercy on his soul. He remembers repeating his Shahada the entire time, the shear panic that filled Killian when she realized he was bleeding from his neck. Dead friends and relatives stood at the end of a light waiting for him, but with every chest compression Killian performed it's like he was glitching. However it was the most at peace he's ever felt, but at the same time he was grateful to be brought back. Apparently she screamed at the ambulance workers, and was ready to get in the ambulance with him but they wouldn't allow her to. Wadz told us he vowed to find Killian again,and thank her just not under those circumstances so when that's how she presented herself to us he was indifferent and things got complicated quickly.
I'd find out the nature of the conversation sooner than later.
The night went on with her sticking close to the girls, and by the time I rejoined them Wadz had a stone look on his face every time he looked at Killian. The party continued with food, tea, dancing, and music.
