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It was a Sunday.

It was a Sunday. The day that i had finally gotten to call my love and see them after the entire week. We talked about how we missed each other, how we couldn't wait until his term was over and we would be able to hug and kiss and just be in love. He had gotten shipped out months ago and we never were able to talk unless it was on a Sunday. We were talking about how much he has gone through and how much that i would love him no matter what happened and how i would stay with him but before i got to say it, someone burst into the room. He had black hair and pale skin, he was yelling for my love that it was time to go. The door was wide open and all i could see was fire and people falling. I watched as the one person that i cared about stood up from his chair, looked at me with his big brown eyes and he reached his hand out to the camera almost like he was stroking my face or my hair. He whispered that he loved me before he got pulled out of the room and the door closed. He was gone. No more Sunday calls. No more holding back the i love yous and i love you mores. There was no more to do. I slowly starved myself until i got too weak to get out of bed. I was all alone and no one was here to stop me. Putting a pistol to my head, i whispered his name as a final goodbye. And said that i would always love him more. Before everything went dark. That day was a Sunday.