Rebecca's POV.
Those dogtags… they keep me up at night. Making a "clinking" sound as I toss and turn in my bed, remembering those two terrible nights, but what I remember most clearly is you. Your stark blue eyes, jet black hair, overly confident attitude. It's as if you already knew our fate. You didn't fear death like I did, no, you welcomed it like an old friend.
After our encounter I made it my business to try and forget about you. I tried so hard, but it was to no avail. Everywhere I went I saw your face, your beautiful and shattered face across everyone elses. Reassuring me everything was going to be okay… bullshit. You're the biggest liar I've ever known you know that?
You know… I visited you today. I know you saw me as our eyes met in the distance. I scanned the surroundings from across the yard in that park and saw you. My heart fluttered, even skipped a beat when I saw you. I knew it was you… even with your salt and pepper hair. You've aged as have I… even though I still pictured us together after all this time. I was a fool; I still thought you'd wait on me. How stupid is that? I was wrong.
Your family is beautiful… your wife, two daughters, and a boy you held in your arms. I'm so happy for you, Billy. I wish you only the best in life.
Love,
Rebecca.