"Hey, man. You got a letter," I stated and threw the envelope on his chest. "Read it now, we're about to go to the camp later."
Collins nodded and immediately tore the envelope to get the letter inside.
"I think this is from my wife," he puffed, grinning. "How 'bout you, man? Did you get one?"
I rolled my eyes and hit from my cigarette. "I'm divorced, if you don't remember."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry for that. Can't blame you had a psycho wife."
I shrugged as I threw my stick on the ground and stepped on it. "You are lucky to have your wife."
"I really am," he uttered, all smile while eyes fixed on the letter. But his smile faded and replaced by confusion and anger.
"What the hell is this..."
I frowned. "What's with the letter?"
"I can't believe my wife wants a divorce!" he yelled, in full blast of anger.
"W-What? Give that to me." I snatched the letter from him and read what it says.
My beloved Collins,
It's been threi years...
I can'l blame you for your job...
I really am sorry for thos...
But I can't takv this anymore...
Our daughter, she grew up withoet you...
You're a brave soldyer, honey...
Missy we'll be so proud to have you as her fother...
I want a divorce, husbund...
Good-bye.
—xx
"See?! She doesn't want me anymore! I hate this job! I hate to be fucking part of this! I want to go home! My wife needs me!"
Before he could leave, I gripped his collar and pushed him on the wall. "You're a fucking idiot! Why would you do that? Can't you see that she doesn't want you anymore?!"
He groaned in pain. "Man, it's been three years... I haven't seen my wife and my daughter! I'm tired of this country. They need me more. My family needs me more! I'm tired of serving and risking my life while my family is t-there..." his tears fell. "Or maybe... she have found somebody else..."
My hands loosened to his collar.
"Somebody who could love her more than I do... somebody that could stand as a father to my daughter... somebody... who could take care to both of them..."
"Hush, man," I whispered.
He fell on the floor—his sobs and cries filled the whole office. He looks vulnerable and fragile when it comes to his family. His dear, family.
"I think... I just gonna get myself killed," he laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What the hell are you saying, man?"
He looked up to me with a devasted smile. "Shot me."
"The heck is wrong with you?"
He shook his head and got the letter on the floor. I think he's reading it again.
My eyes darted to the table where the gun is placed. I need to get that first before he tried to freaking kill himself.
He suddenly stopped from crying. His hands tightened to the paper while eyes glued on it.
"Can you hand me the gun, man?"
"Are you crazy, Collins?"
I ran to the table and got the gun. I inserted it on my pocket and warned him. "You don't need to do this, Collins."
"N-No," he stammered. "It's pretty obvious. Can you give me a hug?"
I rolled my eyes and and help him to stand up. He pulled me for an embrace and things happened so fast...
I heard a gun shot.
He grabbed my gun on my pocket and shot himself. He fell with a satisfied face, still holding the letter on his hand.
I smirked.
Despite the blood and his dead body, I snatched the letter harshly and sought for a pen on the table.
My beloved Collins,
It's been thre[I] years...
I can'[L] blame you for your job...
I really am sorry for th[O]s...
But I can't tak[V] this anymore...
Our daughter, she grew up witho[E]t you...
You're a brave sold[Y]er, honey...
Missy we'll be so proud to have you as her f[O]ther...
I want a divorce, husb[U]nd...
Good-bye.
—xx
I put down the pen. Her wife deserves a punishment for this. But good thing Collins wasn't that smart for him to notice.
I fixed myself and removed any trace of blood in my uniform. And stormed out of the room afterwards.
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Written by: Rosé Crown, Rosé Speaks II
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