• "I love you so much." I whispered softly into my new husband's ear. And it was true; I loved him more than the whole world. When I met him it was as though I found my other half. Any time I thought of him my heart would swell for my love of him.
    My new husband, Scott, and I were sitting on our sofa holding each other in our new home.
    "I love you too, Kari." his voice seeped with love for me. Scott picked up a strand of my brown hair and stroked it in between his fingers. I looked into his bright blue eyes and ran my fingers into his black hair. I laid my head on his chest as he patted my back. I hoped this moment would last forever, it was perfect. I tenderly pressed my lips against his.
    But of course it didn't last like I wanted. There was a small rap on the door. I pulled away from Scott, breathless.
    "That must be the mail." he cooed softly in my ear, sounding a bit breathless too. I sighed deeply in disappointment and stroked his cheek with my thumb. "Don’t move I’ll be back shortly." and Scott shifted so I could stand.
    I strode over to the door and turned the cold brass knob, just wanting to be back with my love. Even though we were a short distance apart, I was in agony to be away from him.
    I slowly opened the door and the mail man handed me a small letter addressed to Scott. "Thanks." I told him and shut the door. "Who is it for?" Scott asked and stood up to walk to me. "To you honey." I cooed and tore the seal on it and pulled out a small piece of brown paper. It said.

    Scott Lyon is required to go to war. Three weeks from now he will be shipped to Iraq for six years.

    That was all I read before I dropped the letter. The air hitched in my throat and tears streamed down my face. I turned around and realized Scott was behind me, reading the letter over my shoulder. His face was pale and his blue eyes unblinking. "Scott! No!" I wailed and fell into his arms "Scott! You can't!" I whispered in between sobs. "Honey." he mouthed "I’m so sorry. I have to." my heart felt as though it tore open in agony. The rest of the night we stood there holding each other, sobbing.


    The very next day Scott set out to war. I watched Scott board the plane, tears cascading down my face.

    For the next year I had a gaping hole in my chest. I suffered agonizing depression. Often, I would cut myself. I would never leave the house, and my mom would have to check on me every night. Just to make sure I was still breathing.
    I tried to contact Scott, but after three months he was gone, there was no reply. That week I tried to commit suicide by overdose. My dad found me and rushed me to the hospital.
    My life was void of reason. i didn't want to live without Scott. I sobbed continually, only stopping when I fell asleep of exhaustion. And go back to sobbing the moment I woke.

    The thirteenth month and sixth day Scott was gone, there was a knock on the door. I tried to pull myself together, to no prevail. I opened the door still crying slightly. There were two men at the door. When I seen them, I crumpled to the ground. Crying harder than I ever have before. These were the military men. And they were dressed in black. I knew why they were here. They had come to tell me my husband was dead. "Kari." the men told me and tried to make me stand my hoisting me up by my arm. But I was a dead weight. I couldn't stand, I was sobbing so hard, and all I could see was a watery blur. "Kari, I am so sorry.” One of the men told me sympathetically. All I could do I wail in deep sorrow. “Scott died a hero’s death. He saved many innocent people.” He tried to comfort me. But knowing my love was dead, nothing could comfort me.
    “We have called your parent’s they are on their way over here.” The other man told me. I wasn’t really listening. My chest felt as though my heart exploded. As if I was shot with a shotgun. I had no drive to live anymore. I wanted to be with my dear Scott. The two men half dragged me inside and laid me down on the sofa. The same sofa where Scoot and I had our last kiss.
    As soon as the two men walked back outside and closed the door I stumbled off of the sofa. I barley found my way to the kitchen with watery vision. I pulled open a drawer and found a sharp steak knife. I sank to my knees and had both hands out stretched with the knife in them, pointing it to my heart.
    “It hurts more to be without you than to be stabbed.” I whispered to my deceased husband, “I can’t stand to live on after you. You are my world, my light, my love.” Quickly I shoved the blade in between my breasts, right into my heart. I collapsed to the floor, blood pooling around me. “It hurts too much to be away. So here I come Scott. Please wait for me.”
    Slowly the blackness engulfed me.