𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝟐.𝟎
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.
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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!
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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘: 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒!!
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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃!!!
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𝐓𝐖: 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇!!
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𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.
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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.
It's been almost a year since Soap left for his mission and never returned.
The silence in your shared apartment is deafening and it feels like it's suffocating you.
There's no more loud music when he dead lifts in the living room. His smell has disappeared from everything that once belonged to him, and the sound of his voice is a memory, that feels more distant that it really is.
Every night you fall asleep, thinking he's laying next to you, softly snoring as he cuddles you. You close your eyes and beg to feel his arm around your waist again, holding you tightly against his chest as he slept.
Some days you wake up, smiling, because you know that, that's what he would want you to do. Smile when you think of him and laugh when his jokes come back to you.
But most days are like this. Miserable. Dull. Grey and sad. Lifeless and lonely, with no more signs of him. You find yourself watching the videos you used to, randomly, take of him when he was "trying" to cook, when he was playing a video game or even when he was eating.
His laugh, his smile, those majestic blue eyes, that hypnotized you every time he would look at you, are now gone. Dead and buried.
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"Good morning, handsome," you greet softly, as you place a bouquet of fresh red roses in front of his grave.
The name on the cold headstone, always snapped you back to reality, so brutally... only making your pain worse, when the realization hits you just as hard as the first time...
He's gone...
"I'm sorry, I didn't come earlier this week... I've been a bit busy with work... It's the only thing that makes me forget, Johnny... Forget that you're not here... Forget that I'll never hear your voice on the other side of the phone, when you would call me just check up on me and make sure I ate," you continue. Your voice begins to crack and a lump has formed in your throat, making the words come out strained and heavy.
"It's hard, baby... Living without you... Living life and trying to move on from you... I don't want to move on, baby... I don't want to live my life when you're not there for me..."
Sobs are raking through your body, your voice low and shaky with every word that escapes your lips.
"Simon, Kyle and John have been visiting with every chance they get... I think... Price is blaming himself for your death... Simon is drinking more and Kyle... Well... Let's just say he's doing a tad bit better than the rest... But still... he visits and cries when he hugs me... always whispering apologies..." you continue, as you wipe your tears away.
"My mom calls every day... she sometimes asks to speak to you... and I have to remind her that the only way she would be able to speak to you now, is through a Ouija board."
You take a deep breath and raise your gaze up at the sky. The day is so beautiful. The sun is casting mesmerizing shadows on his headstone, as it slips between the brunches of the large oak trees.
"I never told you this, but... I had to beg Price not to cremate you... Because... I know you had told me that you wanted to be cremated if you died and still had no one waiting for you... But since you do have people who care about you... I asked them to bury you instead... So... don't be too mad at me when we meet again... Okay?" you speak softly, while your eyes are still looking up at the bright blue sky, which only reminds you of the beautiful blue color of his eyes.
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That night, you were going through the same routine you always did... but for some reason... something felt different.
You looked at your closet and put on the nightdress, John always loved to see on you. Short and red, made out of satin and black lace. Scandalous, yet so pretty.
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When you close your eyes, you feel arms wrapping around your body. Someone's body heat is engulfing your senses, pulling you deeper and deeper into your slumber.
You immediately knew who it is and with a smile, you whispered:
"I'm coming, Johnny..."
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Your body laid there for three days, before your mother finally came to visit you.
She rang your doorbell many times and when you didn't answer, she used her spare key to open your front door.
The second she stepped in, the sent of decomposition and death, greeted her and made cold sweat form on her face. A sense of dread washed over her with every step she took into your suspiciously quiet apartment.
Her hand was trembling as she finally reached your bedroom. She was sure she knew what she would find inside but still... nothing could prepare her for what she would end up seeing.
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Your funeral was beautiful, with bees and butterflies hovering over the flowers on your casket.
The sun was shining above you, while cries and sniffles could be heard in the maddening silence of the cemetery.
You and Soap were now together... Forever.
