Come Back To Me (Very slowly editing)

Epilogue

Epilogue

The tears which had been threatening to spill all morning freely flew down my cheeks as the plane, which had just moments ago been a small dot in the distance, was now a blearing metal contraption, a shape I would never have been able to invent let alone made fly. It boggled me how a mind, a human mind, could come up with such an impressive unique contraption. Yet, some mind that I would never be able to comprehend did, and it was on that plane that these great soldiers were able to come home to their families.

The turbines sang loudly as everything else seemed to freeze. The plane came to a stop and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Then, just as quickly as the moment had come it was gone again. The airplane was surrounded by vehicles with unexplainable contraptions on the back. My eyes flicked to the back of the plane where the door slipped down and I knew they were coming. He was coming.

A constant stream of tears never seemed to falter as everything from that day came back. The day Jamie came back. The scene played out exactly the same as this one.

They were marching off the plane now. A lump formed in my throat as I saw the uniforms approaching us. They wore their suits, with their badges twinkling in the light of the sun, which just peaked through the clouds. I couldn't hold back the sob as that day was brought back to me again. I had never stopped missing Jamie. Every day something reminded of him, and I would have to fight to hide the tears that always accompanied thoughts of him. He was my brother, and it still shocked me that he was never come back. When someone just knocked on the door I would think it was him, when I saw a flash of blonde hair in the club or the street my mind would instantly flick to Jamie.

My heart dropped as I saw the coffins which rested almost effortlessly on their shoulders. Just like Jamie's his was draped with the British flag. Despite the pain I felt in that moment, I would never be more proud of my Jonah. He fought for his country every day. He risked his life to save others. He was the most selfless man, and I had never been more in love with him. He was my one, no one else could compare to him, and no one ever would.

They congregation was almost reaching us now as we waited by the group of funeral cars which would be taking the bodies of the brave soldiers, who I would forever be grateful to, to their funerals where their families would be waiting. Where they would be mourning their lost one, the one who didn't deserve to die but did.

I choked on another sob, everything reminding me of Jamie. The pressure, which had been on my chest since the day Jamie had died, growing until there was no longer any air in my lungs. It was too much. It was all too similar to the day Jamie had come back, to the day that I finally grasped that Jamie was gone, Jamie was dead. My brother was gone and never coming back and although it had been a year since then it didn't get any easier. I still needed my brother now as much as I did then. I wanted him back. However, I hoped he was happy wherever he was now. I hoped he was smiling down on us; probably fake gaging when he saw Jonah and I. And one day, one day I will finally be able to join him, and we will be reunited. We will be together again, like it was always meant to be.

The procession had reached the cars now and slowly one by one each coffin was loaded into a separate black car before a bokay of flowers was placed on top of the red, white, and blue coffins. Once each coffin was loaded into a car the cars drove off, a line of soldiers saluting as the cars disappeared into the traffic of the airport.

Sobs erupted from chest as I stared into the place the cars had once been. They were gone, just like Jamie. I didn't even react as two strong arms enveloped me into a hug. The smell which I had missed so much flooded my nostril causing me to sob harder, because he was home.

"I know this was hard for you," he whispered into my ear as I sobbed into his hard chest. He was home. My hands formed fists in his suit jacket, grasping at the medals which had been glinting in the fast fading sun not so long ago. He was home. Finally, the sobs started to subside and I took the opportunity to press my lips against his because he was home. Jonah was here, with his arms wrapped around me. He was home.