You Said You Loved Me, Then Why Did You Leave?
"When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun." (William Shakespeare)
Chapter 1: The Announcement
She grabbed her phone and held it to her ear while mixing with the spoon in her other hand. "I know! It's just..." She sighed sadly. "I miss him so much. I-I can't wait to see him." Her friend chuckled on the other end in understanding.
"I'll see you soon." She mumbled, clicking on a button as the light died down. Placing the electronic on the counter, she switched the stove off and grabbed a towel to wipe her hands on. She pushed strands of her auburn hair back in slight irritation. I might as well cut this mess, she thought tired of her rowdy looking hair.
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be
Eating silently, she glanced around the small apartment in strong yearning. "If only you could come sooner." She whispered to herself. Three years had passed since her fiance' left to join the army. Three difficult years. Three heart breaking years. Three years of torture. Three years of endless missing. He would return tomorrow and that warmed her chest. She could finally see him. She wanted to embrace him tightly and give him every ounce of love she could muster from her small, fragile body.
Yeah
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
An abrupt sound caused her to break away from her thoughts. She heard it again. Somebody was knocking at her door. Knitting her eyebrows, she pushed her plate back and trudged to the door. They knocked again. Rolling her eyes in slight annoyance, she tugged at the chain around the knob and the door opened with a long but loud creak.
What she saw caused her to fall to her knees immediately. Men in uniform. Gold and silver medals decorated their chests but their faces were filled with grief. She shouted as one of the soldiers attempted to pull her up gently. "Ma'am, we are deeply sorry. He died a hero. He died a hero." The deep voice rumbled and she could tell he was holding himself from breaking down.
Her sobs came out like screams. It was the crying of someone who had lost all hope. Tears fell from her cheeks and dripped down her chin. To anybody it would look like mere water. Maybe rain. She imagined his body in a black casket being carried to the cemetary. She remembered his tawny eyes, the ones that were now lifeless. The smile that brightened her day even when she faced the worst of obstacles. It was all gone. How couldn't she tell? The knocking, the time of day...How?
The general stepped forward and swept her body right then. She didn't bother fighting. Her eyes were wide and desperate. She wished someone would leap out from her closet and tell her it was all just a prank. A sick prank. But a prank none the less. Yet, the events didn't go her way.
"Why couldn't you take care of him?" She whimpered as he set her on the brown couch. "Why?" She stared at his old face. "We were going to get married..." Her voice broke as she fell into a fit of coughs. She was trembling, her fingers, her back, her legs, her lips...
The man tipped his cap forward. "He will forever be remembered, ma'am. He was a man beyond compare. He died on the battlefield." He watched as she barely listened to his words. She clasped onto the arm rest as if it was the only thing keeping her up.
With that, a few soldiers remained in the room staring at the ground. One was crying. In the end, she sat gazing at the ceiling above them. Her lips were parted. Her once jade colored eyes were outlined red. She faced one of the young men, her voice raspy. "Were you with him?"
One of them left the apartment immediately as if he couldn't take it anymore. "He was close to everyone, ma'am. He was the one who gave us energy. He gave us the courage to fight."
Her grief surged with every breath she released. It felt like she was an elderly woman. She stumbled to her feet and nearly fell as one of the soldiers reached out in alarm. She darted to her bed room and pulled at her cabinet drawers. Inside was a picture. A picture of them. His sunshine colored hair and orbs seemed vivid to the camera. She was laughing, her cheeks red as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Running her shaking finger along his face, she choked on a sob. "Why did you leave-leave me?"
She heard footsteps coming towards her and whirled to face the stranger. It was the general again. He had something in his hand. An envelope. "Ms. Fairchild," He started. "Before the brave soul perished, he gave this letter to me. He addressed it to you. Only you." His eyes were misty now. Placing the small package on the cabinet, her disappeared down the hall.
Grabbing at the wrinkled envelope, she read the front opening.
To my love. The only thing that keeps me sane here. The most beautiful of all. The girl of my dreams. The one of my destiny. The one fate tied me to.
-Clarissa Fairchild.
[A/N]: Song: Black, by Pearl Jam
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