It felt like a dream.

To have this necklace made from metal with numbers and Mira’s name on it, in the palm of my hand.

I stared at it for the longest time.

I didn’t move.

Mail probably would be delayed, but that didn’t matter anymore.

Mira was dead.

But I didn’t cry.

I kept my composure.I place the dog tags back in the envelope and stuffed it into my pocket.

I left work early.

I ignored everyone and quickly walked through the various hallways.

I could feel something tight forming in my chest, so I walked faster, and faster. Until I was sprinting, rushing past people and bumping shoulders but I didn’t care.

I needed to get home.

I swiped my key and the door to the pod opened.

But I was too late.

The Commander was sitting at the table, his back to me. My father sat in front of him, and I watched him crumble.

“Nina, I’m so sor-”

“I know.” I said.

I pulled out the envelop and dog tags and rushed over to him.

My vision started to blur.

I placed the dog tags in his hand, his fingers closing around it into a tight fist.

We cried together, arms wrapped around one another, trying to hold onto what was still left of our family.

My father’s worst fear came true.

Mira was dead, and there was nothing we could do about it.
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Awe, I'm really glad you like this, and hope you continue to!
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This story is based on a dream I had.