Too Late to Come Back to Me

I stood alone at our engagement banquet and toasted every guest while he fed another woman soup by her bedside. I was a Pack combat surgeon. I could perform the procedure she "desperately needed" in my sleep. But she was scared, and that was enough for him to erase everything. So I walked away. Signed the papers. Flew to the front lines and learned to sleep through gunfire. He followed. He knelt in the dirt and begged. He waited eight years and died guarding a world I now guard in his place. Some bonds break before you realize they were the only thing holding you together.