10 Gifs of Allison Argent

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"No." That was all. All that Star was capable of. Denial, hope that he was fine. He had to be. He couldn’t leave her, not like this. Not so soon. He couldn’t simply be gone. Not now, and not when they were soclose to being happy. Full-filed. Truly together.She was sat by the window with a box on her knees. It was made of wood and about the size of shoe boxes. She could assume what was inside. Military pads, or ‘Dog tags’ as Altair used to call them. He hated those things, due to meaning they held. Identification, n case of death. Death that was so violent, that there was no other way for those brave souls to be identified. Maybe a letter if she’s lucky. Personal items.

The two men in full uniform were talking, but Star only heard every second sentence.

Grenade. Fire. He survived the attack, then went back to help. Another grenade with postponed blast. He was dead almost momentarily.

You stupid, stupid brave man.

Wiping away at her face caused for her body to shift and for box to fall down to the floor. She yelled at the men which hurried to help her. Only one was allowed to do that, and he was gone. Blinking, it took her a moment to realize her eyes were prickled with newly arrived tears. Scrambling down, she took a seat onto the floor beside small pile of stuff. Dog tags, like she assumed. Shiny and polished. New looking. A picture of him and her, one of the ‘selfies’ they used to take all the time. Funny little things. This was the one from the bathroom in the morning. Star held the camera up high, with a tooth brush in her mouth, and he was half kissing/half nibbling onto her cheek. They looked so carefree and relaxed. Another one, on him and few of him conrads. He’s beaming, dominant in the center of the picture. A few pictures of her, and one of them with hes mom and her dad. You can’t see his face because his head is thrown back in a fit of laughter over a long forgotten joke. Her arms are wrapped tightly around his chest, and she’s smiling. At the moment she can’t remember how to do that. There’s no wedding ring, because he lost it while clearing a water hole few weeks back. He told her all about it over one of his short video’s, he always sent her, sounding truly devastated over it. They were planning to go and buy the exact replica, the moment he came home. He felt naked without it.

Inhaling sharply trough her nose, she dropped the items back down, pressing her cold hands against her face in a pathetic attempt to calm down. Somehow. At least a bit. Her skin was covered in thin sheen of sweat, and breathing wasn’t as deep as it was supposed to be. Was this what having a heart attack felt like? Was this what dying felt like? It had dawned on her. He really was gone, and all she had was this. A wooden box with remains of her old life, ashes that would come sometime next week, and two very uncomfortable looking men. They came out of respect, to deliver the news personally. Because they were in same unit as Alt, and they fought together, for the longest time. Breathe.

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