Dear Jean,
Why did you have to be on body duty that day?
You were the only one to identify me, even if my face was half missing and my carcass devoured by bugs.
It must have been hard for you to watch my dead body burn.
You looked strong in front of everyone but I could see the pain in your eyes.
I know you're hurting.
I know how your eyes seem to dull when you get upset.
The corners of your lips drop down, almost unnoticeably.
The end of your nose changes swiftly from pale to pink as you hold back tears.
I notice because I know everything about you.
I know because I'm your best friend.
I'll always be here.
Don't grieve, Jean.
