... With Every Hearbeat
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Last published Wed, Jul 15, 2015
All I hear is the monitors around me; dried tears streak down my face. I have to be strong for my soldier. The only man that I could love, the one that protected me, was fighting for his life right now... right here, in front of me.
a few hours earlier
" Jazion , please! You never wanna have fun, its just fireworks.", I whined. My brother was starting to get sick of me. "Fine, Mara! We'll go.", I squealed and hugged him then went to get ready.
later that night
We're in Coney Island on the boardwalk, anxiously waited then, with the sound of a fired missile the first fireworks cut through the sky with beautiful colors of red, white, and blue. I was over joyous. I squeezed my big brothers hand. He looked at me and smiled, his perfect smile; he then leaned down and said "I love you baby sis', ... with every heartbeat.", he then stood up straight and put his hand over his heart. I'll never forget what happened next, I watched as 3 bullets enter my brothers body, and he collapsed.
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