Sad One-shots

War with love

Tags for this fic:
hurt (no comfort, sorry)
lgbt+
war
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The taste of blood and tension rests in the hot air. His back pressed against mine, we are surrounded on all sides by the enemy. My best friend and i were going to die together.

I think about his wife, their wedding day. I think about how i was his best man, sat on the sidelines as i watched the happiest day of his life unfold. Then i think about the happiest day of my life...the day i met him.

We were in high school, i had just transferred for whatever stupid reason and he was the first person to talk to me, it was all downhill from there. Ricky Matthews, the boy who introduced me to alcohol, the boy who talked me into going on my first date...the man i fell in love with.

I'm not gay. Well, not that anyone knows, anyway. Nobody needs to know, either. I'm happy being the playboy bachelor, the 'cool uncle', the one who can never keep a girl for long.

Because if i wasn't those things then i'd have to face who i truly am. The gay one, the one who so stupidly fell in love with his (very straight) best friend and blindly followed him into the army when he signed up at 18.

The sound of gunshots drags me back to our morbid reality, the droplets of sweat burn my face as they run down it. Perhaps they'll hide the tears that threaten to fall too.

"Ricky?" I shout, my voice croaking in dehydrated desperation.
"Yeah?" He responds so casually, he's always been calm under stress, like that one time when we almost got caught stealing my mums car and- well that's a story for another time, if we manage to get 'another time', that is. I don't even know why i called his name, if i'm being honest. I think i maybe wanted to hear his voice once more.

"Don't leave me hanging, Roberts! What is it?" Ricky questions me again.
"Tell your wife i loved you." I say, fuck why did i say that? God that was such a stupid thing to say! why would he tell his wife that? WHO would tell their wife that?!

Ricky goes silent. This lack of noise is worse that the firing of guns around me.
"I'm sorry, Ricks- i-" i try to say.
"No...no it's fine, Adam..."
I'm so stupid

what was i expecting?

an 'okay?'

was i expecting him to turn around? kiss me? profess his love for me in the middle of a fucking battle field?!

But those weren't the last words that ever left Ricky Mathews mouth. If you count the scream as he watched a bullet land itself into his best friends temple...and if you count his whisper to his dead partner, "I know you do, i loved you too."

Now those, THOSE were Ricky Matthews last words before a secondary bullet planted its metal shell into his heart.

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Hii!!

I just wanted to say thank you for reading this (i don't expect there to be many of you fuckers sad enough to do so!) but if you like it or have any ideas on other short things i could write let me know!

I know my writing isn't the best or the cleanest but i really enjoy it :)

i'll ALSO try my hardest not to disappear into some fatal accident most wattpad authors seem to do 😅

ANYWAYYYYY

peace out!
you may call me Mx. Author ;)

or butter if i like ya (which, to clarify, i do)