Hi! This is my first story. I am new to this whole thing. It will take some time, but I promise I'll get there. Sorry, the story is short, I promise they will get longer. If there are any mistakes let me know. Hope you enjoy!
Mayas P.O.V
My heart beat faster as I picked up the letter. My heart sank when I read those two words Drafted, Vietnam. I turned my head to Soda. He was pale, his eyes were no longer filled with life. I felt a single tear slide down my face. I wanted to cry, but I knew Soda needed me to be strong. But how could I. My husband being torn away from me over something I had nothing to do with. Soda looked at me with eyes I had never seen before, they were full of anguish. He tried to speak but I just stopped him. I wrapped my arms around him and let him cry. I kissed his shoulder as felt him start to tremble. I knew soda couldn't handle a war, he just wasn't like that. I knew once he left, he'd never be the same he wouldn't be the same lively person I had fallen in love with all these years ago. The man who flashed me a goofy smile when he first met me would be gone.
I laid awake listening to a familiar sound, light snoring. I found comfort in the sound, knowing he was sleeping. I found a sense of accomplishment knowing that I had finally gotten him to sleep. Although, it was overridden by the pit in my stomach. The fear of losing him. I fear him coming back and not being himself. I couldn't live knowing he was broken from the sights he would see and the things he would experience and I wouldn't be able to help him. I know him. I know he's not what a soldier needs to be. He not tough and patient, he's sensitive and he gets tired of the same old thing real easy.
Weeks later
I gave him one last hug before he left. I kissed him affectionally on the shoulder. He smiled at me and whispered, "I love you." I felt a tear streams down my face as I muttered: "I love you too Soda." As he walked out the door I finally realized that he was really leaving. Before I never believed it. As the car pulled out the driveway, I fell into eye contact with him. He winked at me as Darry drove down the street, but I couldn't help but cry. Soda had been there whenever I needed him and I needed him more than ever now.