Until We Meet Again- Hamilton

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   The sun was starting to set over a grassy field as gunshots suddenly exploded through the air. Shouts could be heard from the clearing as the two sides clashed. Almost immediately, the man in command was shot from his horse. He hit the ground with a thud, his breath knocked out from him. All around him, people and horses charged forward, barely swerving to the side to avoid the fallen man. Then, they were gone. The sound of shouts and shots were now more distant. All that was left was the sound of the wind blowing softly through the yellow grass.

   He felt something warm spread across his chest and his leg as a searing pain shot through his body. He winced, drawing in short breaths. It was too difficult to breathe. The pain was the most intense he had ever experienced. He coughed, his body lurching forward. Blood trickled from the man's mouth. He shakily pressed his hand against the wound on his torso, and inhaled sharply his hand made contact with the warm liquid that seeped from his chest.

   There was no fixing this. He was going to die, he was sure of it. He applied more pressure to the wound, but fell back to the ground suddenly. The pain was too intense. So, he just lied on the ground with one hand over the bullet hole. He couldn't die yet, he had so much to do. So, so much to do. He thought about seeing his child for the first time, seeing his friends, his lover. He had too much to leave behind.

   Faint tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he stared up at the yellow sky. Everything was starting to fade. He felt light headed. The ground beneath him began to feel warm, and wet. His eyelids began to droop. He'd never gotten to respond to that letter. He'd never get to tell his lover he loved him ever again.

   So many could haves rushed through his head. He could have been more careful. He could have just gone home. But he stayed behind because he had a fucking deathwish. Tears now ran down his face. He felt the pain numbing, his eyes closing. There was still a faint whisper of breath.

   He smiled faintly. At least he'd get to see his mother again. He'd see everyone eventually. Maybe he could still say some goodbyes before he left this world for good.

   He thought back to all those times he'd miss, and one thought hit him the hardest. There is one person who would never get over this. But he would live, and he would move on eventually.

   He began to feel tired. So, so tired. His breathing slowed further. He remembered all his hopes, his dreams. His body went limp. He said his goodbyes. His breathing stopped. He was still, and everything went black.