He walked up to me, a smile (well sort of), on his face. It was the look one has when one is remembering a person who is dead.

“Katie.”

“David.”

“I saw you at the funeral and…”

I shook my head, “Why weren’t you there?”

He grimiaced, “You know I was barely able to get leave for the-”

I didn’t let him finish, “Then you should have left! She NEEDED YOU !!!” Sobs began to rack my body as he took me in his arms.

“Katie, I loved her. But well…”

I continued to sob as he explained.