Without You

Chapter 2: 8 years later

I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer like a ticking clock getting louder and louder and "ROB! I heard from a distance, it's me Jack, we need to get back to the camp. I heard the sergeant yell, he said it was mail call, c'mon Rob, let's go."

Jack and I carried ourselves back the camp and to no surprise I had no new mail, except from an old letter that my grams had sent me and an old drawing that I drew in Anna's house, when we were only seven years old.

For several hours that day, the camp and I trained, hour in, hour out. The sky has turned into an Amber and yellow mix of colours. Just the exact same colour as Anna's favourite pair of shoes, she was wearing them the last time I saw her.