A Lovers Oath

Prologue

I freeze; my eyes are plastered across the room trying to read his expressionless calm face. He just stares back, his water-like light blue eyes are unreadable; hypnotic.
"Ace, what are you afraid of?" He questions.
Um, well let's see... "Heartbreak, hormonal grape-romantic-movie breakdowns, bad breath, afro morning hair, talking to myself and household objects when you're gone, your imminent death, and heart failure." I list off, sarcastically.
I shift nervously and advert my eyes as he closes the distance between us, standing inches away.
"Hey..." He whispers, his deep voice cutting through my sarcastic mask. I purse my lips and keep my head down.
He waits a minute, then reaches out and gently brushes his fingers against my hand sparks flew and my heart skipped, "Ace..."

My eyes blur and inside my chest it feels like barbed wire tightens around my sinking heart. I bite my lips against the onslaught of tears.
He gently lifts my chin up to meet his penetrating stare. I soak in his gaze, memorizing every feature of his face and the way his eyes subtly sparkle down at me. His hand moved from my chin to my cheek, soothingly rubbing his thumb along my jaw line. I break, no longer being able to stop the onslaught of the sudden bulging tears that drip down my face. Gazing lovingly at the man before me, I cover his hand and lean my face into it, never breaking his eye contact. I let him see my naked hurting heart.
"Ace, sweetheart..." He mutters brokenly and strongly pulls me into his muscled warm embrace, presses my head against his chest and rests his chin on my head.
"You are my wife," he reminds me, tilting my head back up, he inches towards me in a syrupy slow movement. Heartbreak embeds deeply into his endless azure eyes; he kisses away a stray tear off my damp cheek.
"You are mine, carina." He whispers, "and I always return for what is mine."
I smile sadly in a sloppy attempt to be brave, "Marco-mmf!" he suddenly covers my lips with his, passionately. I melt into his sweet embrace, completely forgetting my train of thought. I slide my hands up his chest, and I lengthen my neck as he expertly maneuvers his lips over mine in soft fluid motions.
"I love you, carina." And then... He was gone.

His warmth left my lips, like lightning, tingling and as I slowly let my eyelids flutter open they fall in time to catch the door swing shut behind him. 

A sinking, sickly-acid feeling squeezed my queasy stomach in a vice-like grip. His departure not only left the room empty but tore a hollow hole in my heart leaving nothing but sizzling aching memories and his burning name imprinted on my heart. I knew I'd never see him again.

He was adamant. So stubborn. He made a commitment, he would serve his country. I let the tears fall freely... For him and his friends, there would be no coming back, no rescue mission, no escape plan, and no way to know it before it was too late. They were disposable.

...and I was the only one who knew it.