The ground trembled beneath his feet. The smell of ash extinguished the sickly-sweet stench of the wild flowers. Ear shattering screaming booms cracked open the ground. The boy was frozen in the boiling heat. Jeremy screamed at him to move. He couldn't. A thundering crack opened a space. A hole. In Jeremy. The young soldier collapsed to his knees.
"Oh..." Was all Jeremy could say before coughing up spurts of crimson blood. The boy ripped open a strip in his shirt and pressed the cloth to his wounds. A glaze, like stars, coated Jeremy's eyes. His strong hands became stiff and limp. The boy screamed and cried for the first time in six years. He cried for his friend, who was his love. He cried for his love, for he was the only person who had ever taken the time to listen to him, to cry with him. He had only ever wanted one thing: for that person to trust him.
He screamed into the dark. Just because he could never accept the fact that someone actually cared about him, his best friend, and the person who was in love with him, died thinking no one cared about him.
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Milk And Cookies (TBD)
RomanceA war hero A pacifist A broken lover A wandering Samaritan. She won't leave him He doesn't want her
