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difference, Wyatt. Stand up for what I believe in, serve others, do what God put me here to do—save lives.” Is he kidding me? You serve the homeless. You serve at nursing homes and retirement centers! You do not serve by joining the fucking military!
    “Well, whatever the hell your reasons are, I’m coming with you.”
    Kyle rushes me and backs me up against the door, the tips of his toes touch mine. We are head- to-head, staring daggers into each other. “I should kill you this very instant. Save her from the heartache later,” he spits.
    “The fuck you say?” I ask, pushing him away from me. “You put me in this situation, you ignorant shit! You know it’ll kill her if something happens to you, but you couldn’t care less!” I push him again, causing him to stumble backwards. “I’m coming to keep you safe, protect her from experiencing the sting of death, again.” I explain.
    Kyle’s hands push deep into my shoulders, knocking me backwards. “I don’t need you to keep me safe! I’m only her brother! You’re the man she’s supposed to spend the rest of her life with, not me! I love her, but she’s my sister, not my lover! And yes, a piece of me is doing this so she can have a future, but we’ll grow apart. You two are supposed to grow old together, man. She needs you more than me. Can’t you see that?” he asks, his voice lowering from a scream to a strangled whisper.
    As I look into his face, I see that it’s etched with concern. “You’re wrong; she needs you. She loves me, but she loves you more. You’ve spent your entire lives together. I’ve only known her for a few years. If something happens to me, she’ll get over it; she’ll move on. I’m not her blood, bro, you are.”
    He covers his face with his hands. “Are you planning on telling her?” he asks. “Of course I’m going to tell her. Why wouldn’t I?” Kyle shakes his head, vigorously . “No. No, Wyatt. You can’t tell her.”
    What does he mean I can’t tell her? I have to. “What?” I ask.
    “You can’t tell her. She won’t let you go, emotionally I mean. She’ll worry every day. She’ll spend her days watching the news, wondering if you’re alive, wondering if you’re coming home. She won’t live her life until she has you in it. That’s not what I want for her,” he expresses.
    I don’t want that for her either. I want her to live her life to the fullest; that’s all I’ve ever wanted for her. I want her to go to college, attend frat parties, and be careless for once. She needs to experience all the joy life has to offer. “I don’t want that either, but I can’t lie to her. I can’t just vanish, Kyle,” I explain.
    “Yes, you can,” he grins. How can he possibly grin right now? He snaps his fingers and points toward the ceiling as if a light bulb has went off in his head “You can break up with her, tonight,” he suggests.
    Oh, fuck no! I won’t do it. “No,” I say firmly.
    “Yes. It’s the only way. You’ll break her heart, but she’ll put it back together and find someone else in a matter of months.” Ouch. That stung, a lot. A month? Really? We’ve been together for almost two years, and he thinks she can move on that fast? Obviously, he underestimates the amount of love Allie and I have for each other. “I can’t, man. Hell will freeze over before I sit down and lie to her, especially to her face. Tell her I no longer love her? I just— I can’t.” I’ve already lied to her once, I refuse to do it again.
    “Okay. Well, we have a minimum of what, nine to ten weeks of training, right? Tell her you’re going out of town to visit someone,” he suggests.
    She’ll call my bullshit; she knows that I don’t have anyone.
    “Won’t work, she knows I don’t have any other family.”
    He paces the floor as he thinks up another plan. “You got a job. Tell her your scholarship was cut and you need to make up the difference. Construction. Tell her you got a temporary