"There was a time you'd scream my name, it used to be my getaway.
Now all we do is complain, maybe I'm the one to blame.
But the damage is done and it's obvious, we can never go back to the way it was.
We're drifting apart and it's killing us, it's killing us."
"Farewell." by- Simple Plan ft Jordan Pundik.
As Jack sat alone in his darkened quarters, he wasn't sure if he wanted to scream at the injustice of things. They never had a chance, and would never now get one. Anise and her damn armbands had shot it all to hell. He wasn't sure what made his blood boil the most, the fact that they had to confess to feelings they both knew they had, or that the woman had made a pass at him.
Even now, a few weeks later things were still wrong. There were times when he wanted to go blow the roof of that room and tell the world he loved Sam Carter. Then there were other days when he wanted to do nothing but curl up in said room and lock the door behind him. At least, if he was in the room he knew the score, knew how they both felt.
Pulling out his wallet he flicked it open and looked at the only two pictures he had tucked behind the clear window. One was of Charlie, a baseball mitt on one hand, ball in the other. He was so happy playing ball, especially when he got to play it with his old dad. The other picture was a folded picture, the second person in the picture out of sight. It had been taken at some military shindig, a compulsory attendance by all officers. He had no idea who took the picture, only that he was thankful he had been passed it.
Sam looked dazzling in her ball gown, he was pleased it was a gown event for the women and not dress blues. He had never felt so good as he escorted her around the room, her arm casually draped over his. It was a memory he would treasure all his days, more so now. It was the one time they got to act half normal, a woman happily being escorted by a man. Now it was gone, one stupid mission blowing it all to hell.