Her lifeless body that I knew before laid in my arms, my shallow arms. It seemed as if all she had ever wanted was to fly. Never in a million years did I imagine she would be mine. The way her eyes sparkle in the drifting light. Being away from her really did crush my soul into a million pieces. "Marion, my love, my dearest little madame, thank you for everything." She needs to know her worth, the love I have for her.
With each passing second I remembered us together and how perfect she is. As her lavender lips touched mine I could not help but reminisce our kind kisses that we had the night we had to part. Those moments really pushed me into believing in true happiness ever after, or did it? Maybe life isn't always 'la vie en Rose' all of the time, but now that we are together I can vouch for that statement. Every moment of us together was never thrown away. During my deployment I thought of her every second of every day.
After all that we have been through, post traumatic stress disorder really gets to me now. There seems to me no way of getting over it. With each passing second I am interrupted with battle scenes painted in my head. I would never want anyone to experience the extent of this. All I see are planes falling, I hear pilots crying, and I feel the g force against my face. Every passing second is miserable. I could hardly imagine what Marion had to go through when she and her squadron had to pull that final blow through, especially since she was the one who had to give the fatal command. I cherish her, and I will never throw her away. She's bold. She's kind. She's courageous. Those wounds will always stick around, but I know two things that will kill it all: Marion and flying.
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Only For You
RomantikusWhen war rages throughout the land two pilots find each other. They both hold the same passion: flying. Lieutenant Marion "Lynx" Wright is a stubborn female pilot that will do anything to push for her dreams of flight. When deployment strikes Marion...
