NOTE: A mini one but felt worthy of sharing!
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This is not how it was supposed to happen.
I should be standing next to him at the altar, not next to a fucking casket.
They folded up his flag, so careful and so slow.
When they hand it to me, I can't even cope anymore.
My heart drops to the floor, tears streaming down my face as I let out a choked sob.
But here he lay in a closed casket in his dress blues.
Face so fucked up that I wasn't even allowed to look at him one last time.
Mr. Irons said it was for my own good. That I should remember Will from before the... incident.
My grief didn't even allow me to think of him happily.
Would it ever allow me to?
"I just want to die too." I think as I press the folded flag to my face, letting it catch my tears.
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