I know, my other stories, but this one has been bothering me like crazy! Their both human, AU.
Just a Dream; Carrie Underwood.
"You know that feeling, you just have too," Jacob said, making the porch swing go faster.
"It's you dream," I smiled.
"Yeah, Lee. I wanna see what it's like out there," he said, pulling me closer.
I smiled, feeling him close gave me comfort.
The next two weeks happened in a flash, before I knew it it was time for the wedding.
I gripped my flowers tightly, breathing heavy.
"Sweetie, calm down," Dad laughed, getting ready to walk up inside.
The doors opened, it opened my dream.
My wedding, my family waiting for me, he was waiting for me.
The steps lasted forever, until I reached him.
My father gave me away, placing my hands in Jacob's.
Then my new life started.
"Lee, I need my razors," Jacob said, stuffing things in his bag.
"Dresser," I shouted from the kitchen.
I could hear him searching for them, then I sighed relief when I heard him stuff them into his bag too.
His departure was tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Five months wasn't enough, we were barely married.
That night, he slept close to me, holding me.
"I'm gonna miss you," he said into my hair.
"Me too," I said.
"When I come back, our life can really start, for real," he promised.
"Forever," I smiled.
"Forever," he smiled in agreement.
He put his bags into the truck, tieing them down. He was already wearing his army uniform, the fancy one. The one that said, "BLACK" on the name tag.
He smiled and waved to me, pretending to be silly.
I smiled and waved back.
He was leaving for real, this time.
I watched his truck speed away, down the road.
Just two weeks, that was all it took.
Just two.
I was in my kitchen making muffins, tomorrow was my father's birthday.
"In local news, Afghanistan has been producing new weapons, going from simple machine guns, to nuclear bombs. The government reports the bombs are capable of destroying a fair number of soldiers within seconds. President James has announced that more troops will be deployed in a few days, numbers in the war are growing small everyday, with the troops over their, they are looking at a longer stay in the war. This is Toriana Fins, reporting live from US offices," the small tv boomed.
A longer stay, a longer stay.
The rest of the day went by slowly, it wasn't until twilight when I heard some one at the door.
I walked towards the door, expecting my friend Kim.
It was a general, he was holding a letter.
"Leah Black?" He asked.
I nodded.
"I'm very sorry," he said, handing me the letter.
I started reading it, stopping before the first sentence was over.
'We are sorry to inform you that, Jacob Black was killed in combat'
My vision became blurry, my legs felt unstable.
"His body is already being shipped back," the man said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
There again I stood, at the same church doors. Execpt this time I wasn't wearing my long white dress, it was a black dress.
There was no celembration, but a funeral was being held.
The doors opened, showing my worst nightmare.
The flowers were now funeral flowers, our family was now in black, with their heads down.
At the end of the isle, he was there, just not how I wanted it.
His coffin was sleek black, being covered by an american flag, his photo was next to it, his Army ID photo.
I put my black veil over my face, trying not to let my vision get blurry.
I walked inside, feeling eyes on me again.
It wasn't like last time when I wanted everyone to be looking at me.
This wasn't real.
The military band began playing.
"Forever," his husky voice repeated in my head.
It was like a nightmare, it wasn't suppose to happen.
"He's not coming home now," Jacob's mother cried into her hands.
I walked all the way to the front, sitting on the first bench facing his coffin.
The tribe's priest was here, saying the prayers in our language.
I heard foot steps, the congregation was standing, clearing their throats.
It wasn't like our happy wedding song, the one that makes your heart melt.
This one was dark, depressing, making tears claw at my eyes.
One of the guards motioned for me to sand, I went foward.
I stood right infront of the coffin, not believing this.
I had already seen the body, it was Jacob, but it looked like he was sleeping, just like back then.
The man handed me a folded up flag, I gripped it with everything I could.
It was all that was left.
Jacob.
Jacob.
The other guard cocked his gun, ringing one last shot.
It felt like it was aimed at my heart, killing me even more.
I put my free hand on his coffin, letting my tears fall.
"It was suppose to be forever, you promised," I cried in a whisper.
"Why did you leave?" I cried.
"You're not going home now," I cried again, looking up.