A study in pink.

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I threw myself awake finding myself panting with my eyes struck open as if gasping for air. The torturous memories flooded back into my mind off shots and cannons being fired and the losses of many friends and mates in weather that's impossible to imagine. I shuddered at the feeling and stared out the small window opposite me, the curtains moving in a not so gentle way.

I sighed as I taken my fluffy dressing gown and covered myself sinking into the snuggly embrace. I grabbed my stick from the side of my bed and heaved myself up from my cozy sanctuary called a bed. I limped with the support of my non living accomplice and trudged to my chest of draws pulling it open with the handle which squeaked in protest.

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"How's your blog going?"

"Yeah, good. Very good." I replied my lips forming a straight line.

"You haven't written a word, have you?" She sighed.

"You just wrote "Still has trust issues". " I shot back quietly.

"And you read my writing upside down. D'you see what I mean?
Chan, you're a soldier, and it's gonna take you a while to adjust to civilian life, and writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you."

"Nothing happens to me."

--Heathrow airport--

"What d'you mean, there's no ruddy car?" The middle aged man chuckled.

"He went to Waterloo. I'm sorry. Get a cab. Sir." The female voice belonging to a young blonde sounded from the device.

"I never get cabs."

"I love you."

"When?" He laughed light heartedly.

"Get a cab!"

"My husband... was a happy man who lived life to the full. He loved his family and his work – and that he should have taken his own life in this way is a mystery and a shock to all who knew him." The middle aged brunette weeped into the small microphone was cameras flicked and minds ticked.

---Random road---

"Yes, yes, taxi, yes!" The youngster yelled into existence as the taxi passed by without a care.

"I'll be back in two minutes, mate." The other boy exclaimed running the other direction shielding himself from the rain.

"What?"

"I'm just going home; get my mum's umbrella."

"You can share mine!" The other protested.

"Two minutes, all right?" He yelled back.

Two minutes too late.

---Club---

"Is she still dancing?"

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