Note: I have seen fit to postpone the chapter I was going to put here and put it three chapters later on, but they will all be updated sooner, I promise.
Soulful is such an awful adjective to stick someone with.
But with all that red lipstick gone, those eyes of yours really came out. It was Rourke that first tossed the small tube into your uniform, wasn't it? About the time you turned sixteen. To take the focus off those damned big eyes. Because big eyes weren't good for a soldier. Nobody wants to shove their man against a little puppy dog. But boy a good dose of Bullet-Proof Red fixed that, didn't it? Like you had blood all around your mouth. Like you were some rabid dog, instead of the pup…