They say that life flashes before your eyes when the end is near; well, I say that is bullshit. The only thing I saw flashing in front of me was the lights of the car that nearly hit me.It was close, but the car was not the reason I fell; this damn prosthetic leg slipped and gave away under me. But that is not what Isabella saw; she saw the car heading straight for me and coming to a dead still.Now I am lying on the pavement with a head that is pounding like a bïtch. I swear if it were even possible, my goddamn leg would be broken.The pain shooting from my leg is so intense that I find myself grinding on my teeth. My eyes are still closed as I wait for the world to stop spinning.Then I hear her voice, the voice of an angel. She has lifted my head and placed it on her lap. She is sitting next to me on the floor, clinging to me, holding my face in her hands.She is crying; I can hear her voice tremble as she says my name over and over again.

Secrets and lies that is what our relationship has been made up of. To be very honest, not one of the best ways to start a relationship on. If this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, then maybe you should reevaluate your choices. Your choices affect your future, defining moments shape you, and love is what keeps you whole. So make sure you do it right from the start.The thing is, if you tell a lie once, then all your truths are questionable. They say a truth does not cost you anything but a lie will cost you everything. Secrets and lies will kill a relationship; no matter how careful you are, you are going to get caught.Should there really be any more secrets between us? I mean, is there really a point where you have to bend the truth as far as you possibly can. But is a secret and a lie the same thing? Technically not. But to the person on the other side of this question, they are both equally the same.No matter which way you look at

The bus was near inches away from driving out of town, and Isabella has asked the driver to stop. To say that I am not scared for what is about to happen would be a blatant lie. Has she at this very last second gone and changed her mind?But the driver does as she asks, and he pulls the bus over to the side and stops. The doors are not even open yet, and she is dashing outside. The tremble in her hands is so bad that they are clearly visible. I don't know what, but something has got her spooked.I move closer to her but very slow, for I know not to cramp her space when she is having what she calls a panic attack. Not truly a real one in the sense of the word. It is just she prefers her space when she needs a moment to think for herself."Boo, are you okay? What is wrong?""Soldier, are we making the right decision?""I think we are. Do you think otherwise?""I am scared we are going to lose each other. My heart won't take being without you."

What has just happened? It feels like the past hour has been a blur. Harrison shows up here and knocks me completely out with some incredible news. But somehow, I know it was not incredible for Isabella too. The way her voice vibrated through the room clearly showed that she was utterly shocked. I cannot blame her; if it were me, I would have reacted exactly the same.To be honest, I am not sure what I want to do either. Not even a month ago, I was told I could deploy but only be part of the Battle Opps, and now, well, now I hear I can be a squad leader too. What does a man do?But since we are in this together, this is a choice that we both need to make."Boo, tell me what you are thinking.""Soldier, I don't know. This...this is rather big. I mean, this is why we are here, is it not?""Yes, but I am not supposed to be going out in the field; that was never part of the plan.""You more than anyone knows that plans change.""This is a

A suffocating silence has set over the room as every single syllable leaves my lips. My mom's once bright, happy face has just turned to a whiter shade of pale. By her hesitation and stuttering words, I just know it is a question she was hoping I would not ask in the first place. After several moments and a couple of poor attempts, she finally finds the courage to speak."I am afraid he is not coming, Clay.""What do you mean he is not coming, mom?""You know how your father is; if he does not approve of something, he makes it known.""He does not approve of something like my wedding?""He still thinks you are making a mistake."And just as soon as my mom says that Isabella bursts into tears and runs off the room. First, he does not approve of me getting married, and now he forces her to cry. If anyone should be pissed off around here, then it should be me. I cannot believe how selfish he can be. I know he has not approved of me becoming a M