Disclaimer: I Don't Own Fury.
~ All Is Fair ~
He didn't know her for that long.
Only spent a couple hours in her presence.
But for the few moments that he had known her, she was amazing.
Not only did she have a beautiful face with pretty features, but she'd also had a wonderful singing voice as well. She could sing like a song bird, carefully stringing out every note with grace and ease. Her hair was shiny and soft. Almost as soft as her lips were.
The few minutes he spent kissing her were the best of his life. The feeling of having her lips against his while he entangled his hands in her hair was like a few moments of Heaven on earth. The one place he never thought he'd find himself in a war. Or even after the war, for that matter.
Being able to come out of a war alive would be a miracle enough, but being able to come out unscarred would be unheard of.
He found out the hard way that being a part of Fury's team was no walk in the park. It was more like a bloodbath. And being able to find a few minutes, or even a few seconds of solace with her was just what he needed in a time like this.
Yet here he was, hardly an hour or so later after meeting such an angel, staring down at her dead body.
The bomb had managed to crumble nearly the entire building she was in, which she unfortunately happened to be inside at the time the bomb dropped.
It was all so loud...and happened so fast...that he barely had time to react. He and the Fury's crew managed to seek cover just in time.
And although it wasn't him that was lying dead on the ground, he wished that it was. The last person he wanted to see hurt was her.
He gently lifted up her head, and caressed it in his hands.
Why did war have to be so cruel? Was fighting even necessary to solve problems that people didn't wish to work out verbally? It all seemed so pointless. There was no reason to take a life as precious as the young lady in his arms.
She didn't deserve to die. She deserved so much more than that. She deserved living well into her later years and possibly having a husband and family of her own someday.
He carefully lifted her body up to face him, and cried into her chest.
He wished he could've done something to prevent it. Something to stop it from ever happening.
He could've told her to come outside with him.
Could've done...something.
He supposed it was better this way, though...
At least it was a quick death. She didn't suffer like some other soldiers he had seen. She wasn't shot ten times in the chest. She wasn't set on fire and left to burn to death. And she wasn't run over by a tank. And for that, he was thankful.
He supposed she was in a better place now.
Away from the chaos and destruction that the war ensued.
Or so, that's what people always said.
That all young souls go to Heaven.
That the good die young.
And she was good.
But she shouldn't have died young.
Though now that he thought about it, people said a lot of things.
"all is fair" they say. In love, and war.
He'd like to slap whoever was the bright person that thought that up. War was one of the least fair, and most unnecessary courses of action to take on earth. Why would one say it was fair?
Did they justify every death, every killing of innocent souls by telling this to their soldiers? Were they aware of how awfully it affected the few soldiers that survived the bullets and bombs sent their way? If they really knew any better, they would never say 'all is fair'. Not when it concerned love, and especially not when it concerned war.
He gently rested her lifeless body on the hard bricks underneath her, and kissed her forehead one last time.
All is fair, they say...
Love, and war.