AN:
Written on my phone.
This is the first draft of the story. I actually kind of liked it but it's only a first draft. For a little extra you can read it.
Hope you enjoy.
Kitkat.
A solider sent to war.
Gunned down and giving up on life.
The funeral with heavy rain.
I don't think I can go on like this.
My dearest friend is gone and I'm left with my rainy day like emotions.
My head is the raging clouds and my tears the pelting rain.
I drink the bottle of beer and raise the razor blade letting the sharp metal object be seen.
Do I have any reason left? Do I have any reason to not let my pain bleed away probably along side my life seeping away in a river of red?
Wait...
As if from the heavens a light comes flooding into my dark room making me look up.
As he walks in his hair slightly glowing like a flame I am reminded of the light that shines through my world in darkest hours.
... It is this very being... Who is my light... A light that pierces through the darkness with super human strength...
He crouches in front of me and brings a hand to the hand of mine with the razor blade. He cups my hand from the top and lowers my hand away from myself. He then leans forward placing a gentle kiss on my lips. His words seeming to echo around me.
It's ok to cry. It's ok to hurt.
The razor blade falls to the floor and we embrace each other in a hug.
I cry and he comforts me.
Yes. My dearest love Michael is shining bright through the darkness just for me.
"I've got you Gav." He tells me assuring me and holding me close.
This can only be put as simply meant to be... Us... We... Are perfect.
The next day we go to the shoulders grave with our hands linked between us.
Dan... You left me... I will remember you and I will grieve you... But I know you would tell me to be happy in my life.
And I'm going to do that! For you.
With Michael at my side I'm sure I can do it.
I'm not alone. I won't be fighting my grief all alone.
And you'd be smiling at me knowing that I'm happy with my one and only boyfriend.
That helps bring a small smile to my face.
I'll always remember you and you'll have a place in my heart.
Never forget the brave solider that was my friend.
The end.
Story: (second draft if I'm keeping the first dra