I am writing a story for English class, and it’s about a soldier saying goodbye to his best friend and I have been told that this:
I stared at him, trying to commit his face to memory. I never thought there would come a day when I would have to say goodbye to William. I wanted to remember William for the rest of my life, a life which I knew wouldn’t last much longer the moment I stepped onto the unfamiliar sands of Kabul. I wanted to remember the Sunday mornings we spent together, with him lazily reading a book on the couch as I made pancakes. The easy domesticity we had, as if we were a married couple and not two young adults who had nowhere else we could call home.
I wanted to remember the exact shade of blue his expressive eyes were, and the way that he could stare at you and make you feel as if you were all that he could see in that moment. A scientist’s scrutiny was what made his gaze so different, because he didn’t see the whole picture of you he saw what made you, every individual part of you that nobody else noticed before. There was a very particular feeling to be the center of someone’s universe, and the way he gazed at me made me feel as if I was being torn apart- atom by atom- and then shoved back together before I could finish my breath.
“Come with me,” I said suddenly, and he looked up at me, bewilderment written on his face. “Come with me to Kabul.”
IS TOO FUCKING GAY FOR TWO BROS
fanfiction has RUINED me do you understand