Chapter 3
The next day, Taps could be heard through the greater part of Memorial Park. Harm pulled up. Chloe and the Admiral were already waiting, and rain was already threatening the ceremony. Sulkily, Harm got out of his car and joined the small group. Soon, others arrived. First, Bud and Harriet, then Sturgis, followed by Singer, Bobby Latham, the SecNav, Tiner, and a bunch of other people Harm didn't recognize. Mac's uncle Matt was the last person to show up, and then the ceremony began.
Harm got through most of it okay, with the help of the Admiral. That is, until it was his turn to say goodbye.
He looked at her, sleeping peacefully for eternity. Suddenly, he longed to hear her voice, to hold her hand, to do all the small things they used to do when she was with him. These thoughts made him break down and cry, especially as he watched his angel, the love of his life, be put to her final resting place.
He couldn't stand it any longer. The rain had started. It had drenched him, and it reminded him of her. He had to get out of there. After quickly saying goodbye to everyone with as straight a face as possible, he rushed for his car, and jumped inside. He was now sheltered from the rain, but that didn't matter so much anymore.
He drove far too fast than he should have been driving. He drove until he was lost, and he no longer knew what part of town he was in, or how to get home. And he cried. He reflected on everything. Everything between him and Mac that had lad to this moment. He remembered his stupidity in Sydney, and how that jerk Mic had treated Mac after his accident. His eyes stung with tears of sadness, anger, and frustration. Why hadn't he told her how he felt?! He had had plenty of chances to tell her his feelings, but he just kept them bottled up inside. Now it was too late to let her know how he felt. It didn't matter anymore. She was gone, and he had nothing left anymore.
He rounded another corner, but he didn't see it coming until it was too late. All he saw right before the crash were the bright lights of an oncoming semi, and the words 'Mac's Movers' on the side of it. He trued to stop the car. The breaks squealed with the effort of it all. But it wasn't enough, and a head on collision with the semi was unavoidable.
A/N: This chapter isn't as bad as you think. Read the next one. This chapter symbolizes the end of something bad.and the beginning of something better. You'll see. I told you not to hate me yet!
The next day, Taps could be heard through the greater part of Memorial Park. Harm pulled up. Chloe and the Admiral were already waiting, and rain was already threatening the ceremony. Sulkily, Harm got out of his car and joined the small group. Soon, others arrived. First, Bud and Harriet, then Sturgis, followed by Singer, Bobby Latham, the SecNav, Tiner, and a bunch of other people Harm didn't recognize. Mac's uncle Matt was the last person to show up, and then the ceremony began.
Harm got through most of it okay, with the help of the Admiral. That is, until it was his turn to say goodbye.
He looked at her, sleeping peacefully for eternity. Suddenly, he longed to hear her voice, to hold her hand, to do all the small things they used to do when she was with him. These thoughts made him break down and cry, especially as he watched his angel, the love of his life, be put to her final resting place.
He couldn't stand it any longer. The rain had started. It had drenched him, and it reminded him of her. He had to get out of there. After quickly saying goodbye to everyone with as straight a face as possible, he rushed for his car, and jumped inside. He was now sheltered from the rain, but that didn't matter so much anymore.
He drove far too fast than he should have been driving. He drove until he was lost, and he no longer knew what part of town he was in, or how to get home. And he cried. He reflected on everything. Everything between him and Mac that had lad to this moment. He remembered his stupidity in Sydney, and how that jerk Mic had treated Mac after his accident. His eyes stung with tears of sadness, anger, and frustration. Why hadn't he told her how he felt?! He had had plenty of chances to tell her his feelings, but he just kept them bottled up inside. Now it was too late to let her know how he felt. It didn't matter anymore. She was gone, and he had nothing left anymore.
He rounded another corner, but he didn't see it coming until it was too late. All he saw right before the crash were the bright lights of an oncoming semi, and the words 'Mac's Movers' on the side of it. He trued to stop the car. The breaks squealed with the effort of it all. But it wasn't enough, and a head on collision with the semi was unavoidable.
A/N: This chapter isn't as bad as you think. Read the next one. This chapter symbolizes the end of something bad.and the beginning of something better. You'll see. I told you not to hate me yet!