Chest tight, eyes bloodshot, and a mind that ran for hours. This was what heartbreak was, wasn't it? A dull throb of a constant reminder that love is dead. It's gone and you can't go back to it. Jager never thought he'd experience it.. and yet here he is. Dressed to watch them bury whatever remains they had found. The rain hadn't seemed to stop... it hadn't stopped he would have remembered if it had. Would have made the suggestion to go test out one of his model planes for them to fly and work out the small mistakes he made.
Eyes welding up with tears. Blue eyes had never looked so dull and dead to anyone in Rainbow before. He was a usually happy individual, a bit naive and maybe terrible with social cues sure... but he was rarely angry or even upset. But the tears were there and everyone could see them today. He thought he'd be over crying by now.. it hurt too much to do it. Made himself absolutely sick the first few nights. A whole week since he recieved the news. Doc tried to left him know easily... he remembers the feeling in his legs leaving him. The way he slunk to the floor and began go scream.. everything was black after that. They said it took him three hours to recover from passing out. A sign that his anxiety had gotten the better of him.
The pilot always seemed to be the one with the most issues that were brought up amongst his group. The others hid their issues better than him.. experience and being better at keeping this personal he assumed. Doctors always told him everyone handled their issues differently. With a fist clenched so tightly his knuckles bleached white he watched with hollowed eyes as the solid black casket was lowered. A symbol for the operator lost, the Rainbow insignia carved over the top of the symbol. The trim was a chrome color. A metal.. a conductor... all he could do was smile and think.. he would have liked that.
Everyone on base was suffering.. but the only one left at the grave that day was Jager. Sitting idly while he placed flowers of the grave. Yellow sunflowers.. even if he didn't call him that in public.. he had mentioned Jager reminding him of them. He was his bright yellow sunflower..
"You know.. I never thought you'd actually leave before me.. and now it's so cold without you here... heh. As much as I hated when you pulled pranks on me.. I-I can't help but feel.. like there's going to be a hole... tell me why it had to be you! Tell me why it was you! Please... I'm.. lost..."
Bloodshot baby blues peered up from under wet locks glued to his freckle kissed skin. The amount of pain... the way his voice faltered and broke.. he was truly dying of a broken heart slowly.
A shaky hand reached and traced over the stone of the grave. 'Here lies, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier. Faithful Operator of the special ops force Rainbow'.
"Why did the universe choose you... Dom?"
