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His laugh, his smile, his eyes, and his last words. Oh god his last words were the saddest things I've ever heard, but he meant them, I know he did. Three words, eight letters, and it was all the truth, but the truth hurts so much.

"I love you."

Those words will never have the same meaning. Because they'll be my last memory of him.

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It was just a simple mission, no one was supposed to get hurt. They had done it plenty of times before. 

So why did it go so wrong? And why did take him?

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The pain, the tears, the silence, it seemed to never stop. Everything reminded them of him, no matter what it was, it was all him.

Only one of them had felt the worst of it, because he was his everything, and losing him felt like the world had ended. He was gone, he wasn't returning from that mission.

Until he did.

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Blank, unknowing, confused, not like they remembered him. Not how he was in their fondest memories. He was there, but wasn't .

When he was gone, they only had a memory, but when he returned, it was like he never had. 

Maybe that's all he'll ever be, a memory.
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