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Rated - PG.

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As the train whistle blew, I pressed my hand up against the pane and his hand joined mine from the other side. I knew that this may be the last time I'd see him. My eyes traced his delicate features. His honey golden hair falling like silk over his forehead, his sapphire blue eyes, eyes like a deep ocean, full of mystery, beauty and love. His nose so finely carved and his lips, like a soft red pillow needing to be kissed.

Knowing that I may not see him again brought fresh tears to my eyes. I watched as he too began to cry. A solitary tear trickled down his fine, porcelain like cheek, then it fell down, like he may do soon on the battlefield, he too may die for the country that he loves, the country to which he belongs.

As the train rolls away I pray a silent prayer to the God above, praying that He would watch over him, shelter him from harm, and bring him back safely to the one's who love him. But most of all bring him back to me, so that he can be the missing key that this war has just wrenched from my heart. He is, and always will be, the only love in my heart, which is a pool of fiery love for the holder of that key.

My beautiful soldier, the holder of the key, and the owner of my heart. My other half and my soul mate. To death do us part.