The Man Who Couldn't Die

Since his brother's death, he was never the same. Two months later, Holland would have to force him to move and do things, not the other way around, like it used to be.

"Rhett!" she whined, pulling on his arm. "You promised we'd go to the club with Tony and Ella!"

"Holland," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Holland huffed and plopped down on the bed, disappointed. "Holland," he sighed again, turning to face her. "I'm sorry."

"Rhett, Sammy wouldn't have wanted this for you," she murmured. "You can't keep sulking..."

"I know," he nodded. "And I have to tell you something..."

"Yeah?" she prompted.

He looked her straight in the eyes and he said,

"I've enlisted in the U.S Army. I'm shipping out to England in three weeks."