Keegan

You were a person who was joyful in life. Always. Absolutely always. They wiped their feet on you. About your kindness, but you still loved everyone. With a forced smile, you headed off to your next mission and almost died.

In the end, to aggravate your situation, your comrades began to call you names, blame you, and seemed to curse you because you almost died yourself and almost dragged their lives into the coffin with you. With the same smile, you headed to your cabin. Keegan noticed the change in your bright eyes and followed you. He opened the door “Hey..Is everything okay?” You sat on the bed leaning against the wall. There is a bottle of liquor in your hand. “I need to let the tears out of my eyes, but nothing comes out...” You whispered, swallowing another dose of necotine.