BPOV
"Oh Jasper, I'm going to miss you so much son" my mother cooed over my brother in his soldier uniform at the mere age of seventeen. My brother going to fight till his death in this awful war being condemned by the South and North. I stood in the front yard in the blistering heat of Texas with my family who was soon going to be spilt. My brother was going off to war, my father was going aboard. It was going to be me and my mother in our small house in the small town.
"Don't worry mamma, I will return. I promise, I am going miss you though. I will write to you every week if possible" he hugged my mother tighter.
"Good" she sobbed the let go.
I walked forward to my only and favourite brother trying to take in every feature of his, just in case he ever did go away. His honey blonde hair the same as my mothers and the curls from my father, his sparkling chocolate brown eyes as my fathers which we both shared. I put my arms around his tall, muscled figure pulling him close to me as a blazing hot tear rolled down my rosy cheeks. My brother. My protector.
Jasper put a finger on my chin pulling me to look into his chocolate brown orbs. He rubbed the tear away with the pad of his thumb smiling down at me with a sad smile. We had always been the best of siblings – never any arguing.
"I'll miss you little sister"
"I'll miss you too big brother" I sobbed into his uniform.
"You are my number one girl, remember that" he kissed the top of my head.
I nodded my head letting him go for the last time and watched him hop onto his horse and gave us long last goodbye looking into my eyes the longest.
I will miss him – but this what he wanted. I will see him soon. I hope.