blood && death && war && memories (echolight4eva)

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He shrugged.
"Alright."

He was a good cook.
He loved it - in his free time back at the war, he had volunteered too many hours to count to cooking in the shelters.
He opened the fridge, scanned the contents.
He was also a healthy eater.
He got cucumber, tomatoes, olives, cooked chicken, cheddar, and a homemade dressing out of the fridge, closing the door with his foot.
He got a hanging, plastic cutting board, a sharpened knife - Chef's Knife - and started to chop vegetables.

"So. Please, sit, and tell me what I need to know."

[~echo~]

Felicia looked at him and sat slowly. "Well... what do you remember? You obviously remember Pepper and the house but... what else?"

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His face tightened as he concentrated.
Many has asked him to do this.
"Alright. I remember meeting with my Sargent, because I used to be a cop, being asked to go to the war. I remember packing up, a little bit of grief, and then the war." His face loosened as he continued. "I just.. I don't remember you. At all."

[~echo~]

"We've known each other for years," she said softly. "We have been together for more than three years; we got together before the war. We met in a park. I was reading- well, anyways, we met in a park."

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He waved the knife. "Please continue." He heated up the chicken, making a small bowl for her, setting it in front of her, concern in his eyes. He settled into his chair, fork poised, poking into the salad.

[~echo~]

"You have met my parents. You said that you would marry me after this war- but I guess that's not really an option anymore," she said ruefully, poking at the chicken and not eating as she thought. "When you left you told me that you would write every week but... I only heard from you once. I still have the letter."

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"May I please see it?"
His voice was low, respectful, the voice he used around strangers.
He had used that voice around her parents, but he had lightened, become more comfortable around them, teasing with her father and cooking with her mother on holidays.

[~echo~]

She hesitated for a moment then nodded. She went to a duffel bag in the corner of the living room where she kept her things and took out a small jewelry box. From this she opened a secret compartment and took out a slightly crinkled piece of notebook paper. She brought it back to him. "Here."

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He opened the letter.
It read,

Dear Sweet Felicia,
I'm sorry I haven't written more recently. I know, I promised to write once a week - but we just got a new shipment of soldiers who need some serious training.
God, I miss you.
I want to hug you so badly, and I still need to protect you and the rest of the country.
We saw President Obama earlier - he shook my hand and congratulated me on my new status as general.
Wow. It was... Indescribably intense.

I keep getting letters from you.
Keep them coming, baby, I need to know how you are.
Puppy Pepper is doing okay, right?
His colic went away, from what you told me.
That's good.

I love you.
Remember that.
Micah

"I wrote this?"

[~echo~]

Felicia watched as he read it. She knew the words by heart. "Yes," she said tiredly. "You wrote it."

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Micah looked at her.
Something new shone in his eyes.
"I need a ride. I need to get to the hospital, please."

[~echo~]

She frowned and then nodded. "Come on. My car is in the garage," she said. She stood quickly and grabbed her keys off the hook on the front door, leading the way. She got in the car as soon as she got in the garage.

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He got in the passenger side.
"Okay, so, your name is Felicia. I'm Micah. We were together for three years, knew each other before that. Solid evidence that I knew you includes letter, you living in my house, your car in my garage." He was writing all of this down on a piece of paper. His handwriting was strangely beautiful. "Is there anything else you can do to prove to me that I know you? Something I would only tell someone I trust?"

[~echo~]

(Hmmm... I'm not sure xD What do you think it should be?)

The girl, cranking the old mustang up, seemed to think hard. "I can't think of much. You took a picture of us to the war, but there was a few others in the house," she said softly.

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((Micah hates - absolutely hates - animal abuse. But only a few people would know about his movement in the war to save the abused animals over there.))

"Pictures could be edited easily."

His voice was sharp, but not cruel.
He was just cautious.

[~echo~]

Felicia looked at the mirror, backing out of the garage. She looked slightly hurt. "Oh, I remember! You said that you wanted to help abused animals in the country you went to! That's the ticket," she said excitedly.

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He frowned.
Something in his skull went crack.
"Felicia?"
Something in his voice had changed.
Recognition - mild recognition - passed through it.
"Felicia, baby?"

[~echo~]

Felicia's eyes widened. "Micah, do you recognize me?" She carefully pulled over on the side of the road and looked at him.

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Micah's eyes searched her face.
"I remember meeting you." His brow furrowed. He blushed. "I remember the first time we were together without clothes on, I remember kissing you. I remember writing you letters, never being able to send them." He smiled. "I want to kiss you. I want to touch you."

[~echo~]

Felicia met his eyes, blushing a light pink as well. "Should we go on back home, then?" she asked with a grin, leaning over and hesitantly kissing him. Her lips just barely brushed his.