'It all started somewhere'
Was what she kept replaying in her head,
'It all started somewhere, it had to, it's not like it all happened by magic, that's impossible'
Yet she still wakes up in bed with the same person each morning.
The morning sun shone through the elaborately decorated, reddish curtains.
The same bed, the same room, the same person.
She felt his delicate fingers trace the scars on her back.
He was awake too.
She glanced over at her handsome fiancé, wait no, from this day on now he is her husband.
He was still half asleep, peeping at her through his richly colored, messy black hair. Maybe to some he wasn't as handsome right at this moment as he was the night before but to her, he was the best thing she ever lay her eyes on.
'Maybe after all it really was magic'
She ran her hand through his hair, something about his expression made her realize he was just as filled with thought as she was.
It calmed her down a bit.
' Everything that has a start has an end, especially if it's something good, because no good lasts long on this hopeless planet.'
That's what she has been taught.
But she never wanted this to end.
This was too good, it felt more like a dream and she never wanted to wake up.
' The nice thing about dreams is that they are only fantasies'
But this was in fact very real.
Another thought occurred to her, putting her even deeper in thought she didn't realize her partner was muttering something to her.
Now that she is married, she no longer has a position in the military. She knew she has been over this a thousand times, she started getting angry with herself for ruining the mood. She couldn't help it, she kept coming back to the same thought, no, this time it wasn't a thought, it was a vivid image:
Now that they are married, she can't constantly be by his side, by being his wife she is no longer his bodyguard.
'That will be my end,' she thought,
'When I receive a letter with his name and K.I.A stamped on it, that's going to be the end'
Because either she liked it or not that's how it is, and that's how it will be, he gave his soul to the military, and in his dark blue uniform is how he will be buried, probably on a battlefield. And she had to live with that no matter how many tears it brought to her eyes. That's how it is.
But he wasn't in the uniform now, nor was he the day before. He was in an elegantly simple black suit actually, with a black tie which now lay in the floor beside the bed along with her white dress. She reached down and picked the tie up. The material was as pleasingly silky as the sheet she lay on. This was enough to remind her that while her husband belonged to the military, he also belonged to her.
She gave the tie one last gentle squeeze before tilting her head back onto Roy's chest.
She could hear his heartbeat, he was still alive, and the future isn't her problem quite yet.
"Morning" she said, but he was asleep again, so she decided to drift off too.
