Today was the day.
Paul had been waiting for weeks, and he was so ecstatic to cover his love’s face with kisses and ask the burning question. Even though he was super excited, he was still super paranoid. Maybe today was a bad day to do it? Should he have done it before he left?
You see, Patryk had up and left about a month ago, accompanying the big red boss on a emergency rescue mission. Paul wanted to tag along to help, but Patryk begged him to stay as Pat was afraid he would get hurt due to his depth perception being worse and his hands were a lot shaky than normal.
Paul refused, but Patryk pulled those puppy eyes and he had to say yes.
Paul fiddled with the small, black box in his uniform coat’s pocket. He felt all hot and flustered just touching the box, but thinking about asking the question almost made him faint. What if he said no?? Oh, that thought made his stomach churn. But, he.. He wouldn’t say so. Patryk said he loved him very much, and Patryk never lies.
Paul was the first one in the hanger, at least thirty minutes early. He continued to fondle the little box in his pocket. He waited, rehearsing each line he would say to his beloved.
And soon, the plane slid into the hanger, a bit choppier than normal, but still. Maybe Patryk was just tired?
Paul counted off the soldiers that exited the plane, humming. He noticed the solemn looks on their faces. Maybe they lost the group needed to save?
He watched as an extra 4 soldiers exited. He knew because he counted.
He always does that
Paul waited, seeing the leader march out, a bit too stiff.
Ooooh, Paul just couldn’t wait to see Patryk’s face emerge from that door-!
That’s when the boss shut the door behind him.. The pilot was supposed to do that.. No.. Not.. The boss..
Paul felt his throat tighten and his stomach churn again.
Where’s Patryk?
He waddled up quietly to Red Leader, swallowing down his fears. “Sir..? Wh.. Where’s Patryk..?”
That’s when Tord lowered his head slightly, pulling his helmet down and off his head. He grabbed Paul’s unoccupied hand, putting Patryk’s name tag in it.
Paul felt his eyes burst like dams and he just started to sob.
Tord shifted, holding Paul’s shoulder as the dutch man cried. The other soldiers lowered their heads in shame, thinking over what happened on the battlefield.
Tord leaned close to Paul, rubbing his shoulder almost affectionately. “He.. He did good.. He served well..” If the boss was completely honest, even he would choke a few tears out.
Paul continued to sob, wailing as he held the name tag close.
The ceremony was short, but it served good enough for Paul. At least they gave him proper treatment and buried him with respect. Patryk would’ve been proud.
Paul knew.
Tord noticed that Paul was going through cigarettes like it was nothing, he even started wearing two engagement rings. He shook his head.
Paul never did forget the way Patryk smiled, or spoke, or laughed.
He never forgot.
And he never will.
@splashkitty96
merry late Christmas!!! im sorry it’s so late, and it’s short and not really what you wanted. i tried to make it sad enough, but i couldn’t think of anything for blood?
so i used good ol’ partner feels.
i hope you like it! if not, i could write you a different one, my treat! (via sinnamonstick-flavor)
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