Sledgehammer

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

Months started to pass, slowly. It was checkups on checkups, yet nothing ever changed. The only joy I had was when I received a letter from Sid, but that was only a couple of times. I remember waking up, opening my window to breathe in the fresh air of the sunrising morning and seeing my postbox, the handle upwards. I ran outside, down my driveway and picked up the letter. It was for me. I ran over to my chair on my lawn. I sat down and remained still for a few moments, feeling the morning breeze on my neck. I focused back to the letter and ripped it open.

'Dear Eugene,
How are you? I miss you. I hope you're doing fine! I wish you were here. It's hard, but it's worth it. It's scary, the explosions, the gunshots, the witnessing of deaths. It's awful, not the place to be. But when you sit down with your friends who are all in the same situation as you, you don't regret any of it. I'm fine. I ache basically everywhere. It's tough. But you're strong enough. I would do anything to have one chat with you. I hope your heart murmur is getting better. I hope one day you'll be able to join me here.
Sid'

I looked up, forward. I gently smiled. It warmed me to know that he's okay. All the anxiety I was having, it all faded. I would honestly do anything to be with him.