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LETTERS FROM SCHOFIELD prologue
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William Schofield was shaky on his feet, almost having trouble at standing upright. His legs felt like they would give in. He swayed for a bit, staring at Blake's older brother. The similarity between the two brothers are not to be mistaken, and it took William's breath away. He now finally understood what Thomas had meant, his brother being just like him; only older.
The first thing William had noticed about Thomas's brother was his eyes, his navy-blue eyes. Just identical to Thomas's. Or, it had been. William suddenly felt nauseous into his very core. The traumatic events he'd just been through hadn't really affected him until this point, now facing Thomas's older brother. His closest friend's brother. He felt the world spinning around him.
The older version of Blake arches his left eyebrow, giving William a questionable look. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone harsh. William took a moment before answering that he had been sent here to deliver a message, himself being from the 8th before being cut off by the older brother. William's whole body was trembling, he knew what he had to inform Blake's brother about. As recognition played at the older brother's face, smiling at the mention of his brother's brigade, he moved towards William.
