The Words I Want To Tell You
Roy's face was slightly covered by the hat he was wearing. The hat was only worn with the dress uniform. The dress uniform was only worn on special events.
Celebrations.
Furher's birthday party.
Promotions.
Funerals.
Today it was a funeral. A funeral that Roy hoped he would never had to attend.
But he was there never the less.
And perhaps, that was what hurt the most. Knowing that it wasn't a dream but was reality.
It hurt.
Knowing that Maes wasn't there.
No more phone calls.
No more photos.
But most of all it hurt because, Roy never got the chance to say thank you.
