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Rated: E · Short Story · Contest · #2222253
A boy is frightened about going into war, feeling forsaken.
"Hey!" a voice called from afar. The man turned to find a lady, similar in age, looking back. Her palms kept close to the chest. "I heard the news," she declared before taking a pew on a rock beside him.

"This is what we train for. What else were we to suspect?" he responded, his head turned to the ground.

"Mother says when God closes a door, he opens a window. We're just simple people, Jacob, nothing more. You have a purpose now, to do his work."

"Rebecca, I wish to be alone, please."

"But why?"

"I want...to be alone!"

"Are you crying?"

Rebecca reached for Jacob to offer a warm touch, he swiftly pulled his arm away.

"I don't understand, what I’ve done?"

"You don't get it, Rebecca. It became real today, ok?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your mother talks about God's plan. Down there, I tried to be like everybody else. Not good enough for anything. I enlist and suddenly I'm worth something.

"Don't talk that way. God loves you, he loves us all. He wouldn't put you on this path without a plan in mind. Jacob, look at me, you must have faith in that."

“It seems this life is only meant to be thrown away. I leave in the morning and never going to know when I’ll see this view again.”

“My father used to bring me here all the time.”

“I’m sorry, Rebecca...”

“In his last letter, he wrote about seeing the most beautiful sky. He described by saying it proved God was always with him, as he will be with you.”

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