Hey, guys. I am so so sorry that it took me this long to post the next installment. I just didn't know how to write Zoe's P.O.V. I figured it out last night, though.
Thank you so much to all you guys that have stuck with me on this.
Again, sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it.
Ain't No One To Hear You Cry Out Here In The Black
Zoe
Life is a war.
And we are soldiers.
We fight to survive, even when we're not sure why. We feel it, though. Something inside us, telling us to go on. This isn't the end.
Someone once said that war doesn't determine who is right, it determines who is left.
'Cause the cold reality of war is that there are always casualties.
Each casualty was once someone's daughter, someone's son, someone's friend, someone's mentor, someone's wife.
Someone's husband.
Wash didn't do anyone harm. He just did as he was told.
Losing Wash was like losing the good part of herself.
She would miss his smile. His laugh.
She would miss the way her heart skipped a beat when he entered the room.
She would miss the way he made her feel like everything would be okay.
She would miss the way he made her feel like she didn't have to be anything but herself.
But she refused to cry.
Mal needed her now more than ever.
She had to stay strong for her captain and friend.
She would miss being able to cry on her husbands shoulder with his arms around her.
But she would never cry again.
Besides, ain't no one to hear you cry out here in the black.