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.
“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.