Litya's mind was buzzing with thoughts about her husband. Feelings of regret, guilt, and shame were running through her veins like poison. She looked up at her husbands commander with watery eyes. "But, how did this happen? Damn it Johnson! You guys assured me he would be okay!" She shouted at him, feeling betrayed. They had told her he would not be in any danger where he was going. "I'm really sorry, Litya, his platoon was ambushed by the enemy. The area was a secured section. It was cleared of all hostiles months before Robert was shipped over." He explained, trying to sound comforting and apologetic at the same time, but coming off sound desperate.
"Please, commander," Litya began, "I would like to be alone with my thoughts." She said, tears still streaming down her face. Straitening up, Johnson said, "Alright then, if you need anything, contact me day or night, lord knows you may need me for something." He strode to the door, leaving and closing the door shut behind him with a small click. Litya went to her room and remained curled up in bed the hole day, crying for her husband. After awhile she drifted into sleep, dreaming of her husband, how happy they were when they were first married, seeing herself laughing at his jokes, wondering at his handsome smile. She woke up crying, feeling the loss of her husband now more than ever. She looked at the clock radio on her nightstand, Only six am. She thought, rolling onto her left side, crying and imagining her husband there beside her, flashing his childish grin, and bidding her good morning.
He was always so kind, so faithful, and here I am with another lover while he's off fighting in some senseless war. What kind of person am I? She cried herself back to sleep, only to be awakened again by a loud rapping on her door, and the doorbell ringing. She sat up and looked at her clock again, giving a small gasp of surprise. Its already noon. I've slept for hours. She jumped out of bed and ran to living, opening the door. It was her lover. "Oh my god, what happened Litya?" he asked immediately after seeing her disheveled figure. "Its, its Robert." She said, feeling tears begin to come to her eyes again. "He hasn't come back early has he?" Daniel asked in a worried tone.
"No, he, he wont be coming back." She said, breaking down into tears fully. Realizing what she meant by this, he led her to the sofa and sat her down, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, comforting her. "It will be alright." He whispered. Suddenly she pulled away from him with a look of fright on her face. "What is it, my love?" He asked. "You, you shouldn't be here." She said to him, standing up and stepping back. "Now I know why Roberts gone." She said more to herself than to Daniel. "What are talking about?" He asked her in confusion. "God is punishing me for being unfaithful." She said again to herself.
"I couldn't have you both, its just not gods way!" She burst out. "Nonsense." Daniel said, also standing up. "Its this stupid war in the Middle East that killed him, not god. If god would have killed anyone it would have been me or you, not the innocent man stuck in the middle." He said, approaching her. "I suppose your right." She said, looking at her feet. Daniel walked up to her and pulled her close to him, allowing her to snuggle against his chest. "Everything's going to change now, isn't it?" She asked him, looking into his eyes. "I'm not sure, but I will be here for you no matter what." He said, pulling her closer as she began to cry again. "Never leave me, Daniel." She whispered. "I wouldn't be able to bear losing you to."