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Thought I should write something.
This is another Sam drabble. Scary, I know.
Risk
"You were worth the risk."
Pete's words float through Sam's memory, an echo that becomes an accusation.
She'd told him about her dream house: two stories, a yellow kitchen, a dog in the backyard.
And he'd wanted to give her that dream.
A dream that was only pretend.
He'd suspected, but forged ahead anyway.
"You were worth the risk."
She knows what risk is. She's flown combat in the Gulf. She's been in hundreds of firefights. She has more combat hours than most decorated war heroes.
She risks her life ever day.
Her heart is an altogether different matter.
This is another Sam drabble. Scary, I know.
"You were worth the risk."
Pete's words float through Sam's memory, an echo that becomes an accusation.
She'd told him about her dream house: two stories, a yellow kitchen, a dog in the backyard.
And he'd wanted to give her that dream.
A dream that was only pretend.
He'd suspected, but forged ahead anyway.
"You were worth the risk."
She knows what risk is. She's flown combat in the Gulf. She's been in hundreds of firefights. She has more combat hours than most decorated war heroes.
She risks her life ever day.
Her heart is an altogether different matter.
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