Epilogue.
Ten years later in the city of Boston I found myself staring out Donny's apartment window watching kids play baseball in the middle of the street. A blue ring rested heavily on my finger as the sun beat down on it.
Donny resided on the couch watching a baseball game as he rested up his leg and back again. His hair was shorter, and a serious five o'clock shadow was upon his face. I sighed and ran a hand through my tangled hair as I turned and walked towards the living room as Donny cussed out the t.v. I curled next to him and smiled as he went off about the pitcher.
Some people said that I was his wife while some said I was his girlfriend. I was neither, but I was closer than both combined.
There was once an old man that said something that represented this, about this and the entire war.
Facts can be so misleading, whereas rumors true or false are often revealing.