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18

BLAIR'S POV

“Brian,”

“Brian!” I called, as I walked out of the bathroom.

I went in to wash my face, as I found that it kept me calm through all of the chaos.

It was my coping mechanism, when mother and father would throw hate to my face and I couldn't help thinking what I ever did wrong.

“Brian?” I called, with an increasing tone, walking around the apartment.

I noticed the car's absence and immediately panicked.

“Oh jeez,” I exclaimed, running back to the bedside.

Sure, I wanted Stephen safe, but I didn't want him going back there by himself. It was too dangerous, especially since it happened just last night.

I noticed a piece of yellow paper on the table and ran for it.

“Hey wife,

So, you were right,

Steven might need my help, and if he doesn't,

If all that is left of him is his bloody remains,

I will single handedly carry and bury his ashes, giving him the respect of the soldier he deserves.

If I do not return after three days, you can call

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