Coming Home

Matt turned from angry to sad. He sat there, head in his hands as Charlie explained why he had to go back. And I had no words. So much of me understood exactly where he was coming from. For so many years, I had been like him. After losing my leg, it felt like I had no purpose.

I stared at Charlie as he consoled Matt, holding onto the large singer. It was so weird but amazing to see the two of them sharing a private moment. They were so cute together, and I was lucky to have them both. But with Charlie leaving, I was worried Matt and I would fall back into our old ways.

Standing up, I walked out of the room. I had just gotten over my bout of depression and now Charlie was leaving. The man I was in love with, one of the men who had saved me was leaving for war... again. THAT FUCKING WAR. I thought I had left that all behind six years ago. Who the fuck thought we would still be over that? Stupid fucking Reagan.

Anger pumped through my body now. I was pissed as hell. I was practically seeing red. With force, I slammed my bedroom door shut and collapsed to the bed. Charlie was going to leave, and I knew all I would do would be worry about him. He wasn't exactly the youngest guy out there anymore, and I couldn't bear if something happened to him.

The door creaked open and each side of the bed dipped with the pressure of two men. Strong arms wrapped me up and pulled me close to them. Two very familiar and distinct scents filled my nose. One was all man: pine and sweat. The other was a little sweeter: cinnamon and sweat. Both made me do crazy things.

"Come on, Rae. It'll be okay," Matt said. He stroked my back, pressing closer to me.

"I promise, baby, I will come back. This is not the end, okay? You have to trust me. You have to promise me that you'll keep it together." Charlie pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I can't make that promise, Charlie and neither can you. You can't tell me everything is going to be okay. I lost a leg over there. Jimmy lost his life. And Matt lost his sanity. Come on, be real."

Charlie sighed. "I can't be real with you, honey. I can either tell you want will give you some kind of comfort, or I can tell you the truth."

Notes

Okay now... short but something.