Whumptober Day 4: You're Still Alive in My Head
Sometimes I get angry at you. I don't like it, but I think it's justified. You left me. I trusted you to fight alongside me, alongside us, and you left.
And I know it wasn't your fault. I know you didn't really want to go, and I know you wouldn't have gone if you hadn't been given a gun at age seventeen and forced to fight in a war that you were never meant to see the end of. I know that.
But I didn't expect you to leave so soon. And I'm still angry about that, and I don't know what to do about it other than honor your memory by tearing apart the people who thought it was their G-d given right to make your life hell.
I miss you. I hope you miss me too, if you're still capable of that. I hope I can see you again one day. If I can't, then I'll keep you alive in my head. G-d knows I don't want to live anymore, but I will if it means your connection to this Earth sticks around for a little while longer.
I will live. You make me so fucking angry, but I will live.
For you.