A Soldier Fallen

"In 3 words I can sum up everything I've leaned about life: It goes on." - Robert Frost

The rain hit my face like tiny pebbles in the cold night. The night was too dark to be a normal night. The cold breeze brushed passed me every now and then as I pulled the hoddie closer to my body as the chills clawed its way through my spine. I was cold, so very cold that my teeth chattered, a cloud of smoke passing it's way out of my mouth. It's night like these that makes me wish that I had taken up on Zarah's offer, but that thought leaves my mind as soon as it enters.
I had to make sure she stays safe and that can't happen if I stay around her. I can't hurt her again. I won't, even if it kills me.
She's too hopeful, too believing, too faithful to see that things aren't always for the best.
"It's going to be okay In-sha-Allah (If Allah wills)." She said as she waved me off to what I didn't know was the beginning of the end.