The Letter
It was here, the letter that meant that your lover might never come back. The letter that would make even the heart of the coldest man break. The anxiety took over his body as he began to read the letter. His knees bucking as if 1,000 pounds had just been put on his shoulders. "H-how, not him, they can't take another person I love" he said his voice cracking with every word that slipped out of his mouth. His arms and legs felt as if he was chained and weights were put at the end because every breath, motion, went slowly. Finally he sat lifelessly on the silk sheet covers of the bed were him and his lover would make love every so often, but that was going to be gone.
Destiny had chosen his lover to fight, hell; maybe even die in the war. How he would miss his strong embrace, his muscular physique, and the soothing voice that never failed to calm him. He held back no tears; the weeping seemed endless as his tears fell like rain drops. All these sudden thoughts flew across his mind, but none seemed to calm the breaking of his little heart. Finally as his eyes squeezed out the last amount of tears he fell asleep.
In that small amount of time that he fell asleep, his lover came home. "Babe?" his lover called out. It seemed strange that he wasn't cooking, or trying to get his arms around him in a tight hug. He knew something was wrong. He went to their room and behold there he was with tears on the nook under his eyes. "What happened?" he thought as he himself fell into a state of depression by seeing his lover crying. He saw the letter and carefully placed a kiss on his lover's cheek as if he were made of thin glass. At the same time he took the letter and began to read. As he finished the letter he hit a stat of depression so hard that he went limp and lay lifelessly on the ground.
In all the time he had been with him he had never cried because he didn't want to make his lover sad, and now he had to be as strong as ever. He carefully stood up and went to lie down next to him making sure the bed wouldn't squeak. He carefully wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and pressed him tightly against his chest, inhaling the beautiful aroma of his hair. They laid there not wanting to separate because they knew they didn't want to waste time away from each other. O the pain they felt, the depression they were in, but hopefully there love would keep at least one of them alive.
