A Military Friendship Turned Love

Chapter XIV - You become best friends with your right hand

Chapter XIV - You become best friends with your right hand

“Keep listening to music, cause it gets you through everything, I promise.” -Mitch Lucker

 

August 2014

Recap:

 

“I’m sure it does” She says just as the doorbell rings.

 

“Who could be here at this hour” I say glancing at the clock on the wall seeing it read quarter past twenty-one-hundred hours as I get up to go answer the door.

 

Just as I walk into the foyer room, I see Carter has beaten me to it.

 

As he opens up the door, all I hear come from his is a “Holy fucking shit, I think I’m high” as my jaw drops open at who is standing at the door.

 

“Holy fucking shit”

 

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I must be dreaming, this can’t be real. No he died 4 years ago.

 

“I think I’ve lost it.” I mumble shaking my head, Damon is not standing on my front porch.

 

“Your-your suppose to be dead” Carter says shaking his head, obviously speaking my thoughts.

 

“May I come in, I can tell you the whole story.” A deep voice that I would recognize in a room full of screaming One Direction fangirls, says making my heart stop beating.

 

“Yeah” He says stepping aside allowing the dark haired, brown eyed, slightly tanned, very buff, Marine Corps full uniformed Damon inside.

 

“It’s really you?” I ask blinking as I poke his hard rock arm.

 

Chuckling he replies “Yes, it really is me”

 

I don’t even reply as the tears start to fall down my face, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his chest. Inhaling his sent, he still smells like the cheat colone that I always remember.

 

“Your back” I say, the tears pouring out of my eyes like the Niagara waterfall.

 

He wraps his arms around me, picking me up like I weigh absolutely nothing, squeezing me in one of his famous bone crushing bear hugs.

 

“Yes I am” He says placing me back down on my feet.