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                    Telling someone that a family member would not be coming home was always one of the toughest tasks. Especially if you had been so in LOVE with that person as well. If you had seen them grow ( both physically && mentally ), if you had seen them fall in love with you as well.. If you had seen their eyes light up after you had stained their cheek with your lipstick, even IF his blush was just as bright. Telling Jennifer would be the worst task she had ever been tasked with.

                  She would hope, by now, that the other new what a folded up flag meant. Inside the flag is one of Steve’s drawing books and a few letters. His dog tags were nowhere to be found.

                 The door opens and Peggy feels so very sick. She’s about to break the young girl’s heart. Peggy tilted her head down and extended her arms, offering Jenny the flag. She can’t form words right now without the possibility of tearing up. After a few moments of silence, the woman swallows the lump in her throat. It doesn’t need to be there. Not now.

                                 ‘ I… I thought it would be right. For you to find out before the media.

The knock at the door sent a shiver up the young Rogers Twin’s Spine. She beamed brightly, as she always did whenever there seemed to be a sound from the front of her apartment. Usually it was only a neighbour or a friend coming ‘round to check up on her.

                                       (She was always expecting someone else though.)

Opening the door, Jenny was met with the familiar face of the woman her brother had gone Starry eyed for. She smiled as her heart swole, taking in a breath at the thought of her dreams finally coming true. However, after taking in the woman’s facial expression, Jenny’s breath catches and she looks down.

In the same moment that her heart had swollen… It shattered. Her dreams were gone in that one instant and all she felt was numb. Like a little bit of her had died. 

Who was she kidding? A little bit of her had died. That was her Twin Brother. The other half to her whole. She just stood there. Staring at the flag.

Then she gave a tiny laugh as a tear escaped, tumbling down her cheek. This was just a bad dream, right? This wasn’t real… 

                                             (The Pain in her chest said otherwise…)

❝ He’s not… ❞ she whispered in denial,  ❝ This is one of that punk’s tricks, isn’t it? ❞