So… I seem to be in the mood for writing song-fic variations. Please let me know what you think. This will be continued in another chapter, from Cammie's point of View.
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Zachary Goode was frustrated. The only reason he had accepted the mission was the guarantee that he wouldn't have to leave before his anniversary. Now, because of a change in the behavior of a weapons manufacturer, Zach would have to leave the day before the day of his one-year anniversary. Cammie was never going to never forgive him; he promised that they would always be together on their anniversary, May fifth.
On top of missing the day itself, Zach was at a loss of what to get Cammie. He had been looking for over a month now, browsing jewelry stores, tech stores, and flower stores. Hell, Zach even sacrificed himself to Macey, begging her for help on what the perfect gift would be. He sat through a lecture on anniversary gifts and traditions, but none of them felt good enough. Cammie wasn't just any girl, and just any present would never do. Now on top of the pressure Zach felt for giving a gift that he could personally give her, he had to find something to compensate for his absence.
May Fourth – Day of Zach's DepartureI told Cammie last night. She was furious with me, and I don't blame her. We had our first big fight; I ended up sleeping on the couch. The worst part of the whole ordeal was her tears, which came when the reality of what was happening hit her. I don't know what hurt her worse, my broken promise or the fact that we were fighting. I can handle her anger, but I can't handle her tears. I didn't sleep well at all last night, not because of the couch, which was pretty comfy compared to some of the places I've had to sleep on missions, but because Cammie and I have never gone to bed angry at each other. That was one lesson we've both learned; make peace while you can, because you might not get a chance to make peace later.
I finally got off the couch at five-thirty, the time Cammie and I usually go running together. When she didn't appear by six, I got into the truck we shared. I figured I might as well search for a gift for her before I had to leave tonight. After twenty minutes of silence, I decided to turn the radio on. Within the first few chords I knew I listening to whatever station Cammie had last played; this song was distinctively country, Cammie's favorite, and not my choice of hard rock. I kept it playing, torturing myself with memories of her. I listened to the words, and as the song progressed, I had to pull to the side of the road. This song was my feelings exactly, it captured my thoughts and put then to words. When the song was over, I looked over to the passenger side, where Cammie should be, and saw wildflowers growing all along the bank. I saw Cammie's favorites; wild honeysuckle, wild roses, Black-Eyed Susan's, sunflowers, Tiger Lilies, and Queen Anne 's lace. I suddenly knew what I wanted to get Cammie. I knew that I couldn't take away the pain of what happened last night, and what will happen in the next days, but I can show her how much I love her.
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Any guesses for what song could be have been playing? I will dedicate this story to anyone who guesses correctly. I will admit that this will be very hard; I give no hints in the story itself. I will give these hints; it is country, it is popular now (American Country Countdown, for this past week, 6/20/2011), and is sung by a man, who is part of a band.
