And He, Her

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"Is he leaving?"

Prisha was leaning against my door post with her arms crossed.

"We all are," I sighed.

The only sound in the room after that was that of my clothes being layered onto one another.

"Who were you?" Prisha asked. "Who were you before you found me?"

I looked to her. She was off the door now and standing straight, arms still crossed.

"Why'd you want to know?" I turned away.

"You were in navy blue, right?"

"Yes?" I looked back at her.

"Isn't that what they wear?"

"They?"

"Oh, cut the crap, Aaliyah. I know what you are!"

"What am I?"

"She took a folded piece of newspaper from her pocket. Unfolding it, she revealed an article and below it a picture. In it was Joseph, wearing his navy blue uniform but behind him, me. I was in the same uniform with only a variation in the amount of badges on it.

"How'd you..." I stepped closer to read the headline: "French Soldiers Missing".

"How long were you planning to hide it?" She crushed the paper in rage and I watched the flames gather in her eyes. She approached to grab my shirt and yell into my face. "That you're one of them! And so is he!" She slammed a fist into my chest. "I should have known!"

I watched the tears gather in her eyes but before I could comfort her, she was storming through the door.

And there he stood, glaring my way.