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Aftermath MAG
How could he face going home.
His mind was ravaged
with the memories of death.
Flashes of his splintered enemies
plagued his mind
as he tried to sleep on the plane,
The sounds of screams and gunfire
pounded his dreams
until he opened his eyes to see
his plane slowly descending.
His grim expression slowly turned to
happy
as images of his love flowed into him.
He found comfort knowing
he was going to see her soon.
Real soon.
he adjust his bones in his seat.
The pain of his three gunshot wounds
stabbed him
as he moved the left side of his body.
The plane landed softly
but the landing still shook his body.
The scar on his right leg
throbbed as he stood while
The plane came to a soft stop at the
terminal.
He dragged his body out of his seat,
no bags to carry, destroyed by the fire,
the hotel in cinders.
While passing the smiling stewardess,
he noticed her staring at the one visible
would above his right eye, where a
bullet had grazed his eyebrow. But
he smiled, and nodded at the fake, plastic
grin she pasted on her face.
He stepped off the plane
wondering what would be waiting for
him.
with other passengers
that merely visited a grandmother,
uncle, or just took in sights.
He walked down the stairs.
Walking has come quite the chore now.
His wounds are making sure of that.
He scanned the airfield
to see if he could find her.
There she was.
Standing off in the distance.
Her face as beautiful
as the day he left it.
Her smile bore into his mind.
His smile hurt
the healing burns on his face.
Tears started to fill his eyes.
He started to walk toward her.
As she came toward him,
his walk slowly turned into a fast walk.
Then a job.
Finally an all-out run.
He ran despite his wounds
yelling at him to stop.
The two collided and squeezed each other
as if they were never letting go.
The time they had been apart
seemed like forever.
Though in reality
it was only a few weeks.
For him not knowing
if he was going to see
the light of another day.
For her not knowing
if he was alive, hurt,
or dead.
They hugged for at least five minutes,
crying with joy
as he picked her up and twirled her.
She landed and
gazed in his eyes
that reflected his pain.
He saw only innocence
and sweetness in hers.
Her eyes comforted him
because the only eyes
that he has been around
were either dead or evil.
A word was not spoken
but all was explained.
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