How can you even ask this from me? Coming back? I am not fucking chickening out J. What the fuck, I thought you knew me better than that. I can’t and I won’t give up, not after all this shit. I just can’t. It feels wrong. If I come back now, after everything I’ve been through here with those people, is like betraying them. I won’t be able to live with myself knowing that I backed down. I told you that I’ll come back and that’s what I’m planning to do no matter what. Also, your questions are fucking idiotic J. Nothing can make me stop loving you. Not this. Not a damn thing in this world. That, I can promise.
Ian
YOU ARE READING
Promise?
Short StoryThis is an one shot containing short letters of a soldier named Ian to his loved one, Georgia during the war.
