Miles has passed away.
"_______ has passed away."
Marines didnât die. Marines were the pitbulls of the United States. You kept them locked away for a while, let them get pissed off enough and then you let them loose when you needed them.
But Marines didnât die.
They were stupid, brash, and went all out, sure, but that was just because they had a great skill set and reasons for it.
This wasnât about marines, though. This was about Miles. Her Miles.
No. Not her Miles. They had never once said that about each other. He was not hers and she was not his, at least that was what she told herself everyday, to help deny her feelings for the man.
She wondered how he had died - had he gone out peacefully? Had he gone down with a fight? Of course he had. He was stupid and reckless at times, so of course he would have gone out without a fight.
There was a burning behind her eyes and she pulled her lip in between her teeth, biting down to move the pain from her chest to something more physical. Looking down at her feet she thought about it. Could she have done something. Anything. To have changed this? Kept him by her side a little longer, twined their hands a little tighter to keep him from going? Could she have gone with him and put herself in his spot? Yes. She could have gone and sacrificed herself for him.
She had been so stupid to let him go alone.
Miles wasnât dead, though. That thought hit her, and hit her hard. People lied to get a reaction from a person. They teased, they made mistakes, and they lied. And people faced denial, but there was no denial. Sade knew that Miles wasnât dead and that this was just some sick joke.
Some sick joke from someone to see how sheâd react to the loss of the one good thing she had left in life. The one person she had given her heart to and the one person she had wanted to survive. The only person she couldnât kill, even a mercy kill.
She had taken a bullet to her shoulder and they had gotten into a fight but she had climbed a goddamn tree to spend the night with him. You didnât do that for just anyone. You just didnât, not in this world.Â
For the first time in a very long time, Sade did something she hadnât realized she could do anymore.
She screamed.
The pain in her chest was too much, and she couldnât help it. Turning on the grey face who had delivered the news she felt a hatred. An anger she hadnât felt for anyone but herself in a very long time. The desire to rip something to shreds and make it feel what she was feeling, and the feeling of wetness on her face. The burning in her eyes and the puffiness of them from the sudden downpour on her cheeks.
"Youâre lying." She spoke the words in a hushed tone, a dangerous shake to her voice as if she was going to lose her control even more. "Youâre. Lying." She repeated the words in more of a growl. Crossing the space to the grey face she took the face and dug what little bit of nails she had let in. "Youâre lying to me." She repeated, not sure if she could say anything else. "Say it again."
"Miles has passed away."
The words were cold and serious, not even a flinch of pain from the being and that was when it hit Sade. They werenât lying. They were telling her the truth. There was no intentions of hurting her - they wanted to inform her, and her heart sank into her stomach. She followed her heartâs motions and found herself sliding to her knees, squeezing her eyes shut and sobbing.
Marines did die after all.
