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The Broken Soldier: Secrets of a Broken Marine

What makes a hero? They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself. I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man, he is just braver for five minutes longer. All soldiers are brave, it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes. Am I a hero? Clayton Jackson dedicated his life to serving his country. Enlisting in the Marine Corps at the young age of eighteen, he never imagined following any other path. However, fate had other plans for him as a life-altering accident during his last deployment left him disabled and forces him to return home. Hiding in the small town he grew up in, Clayton tries to keep his secret from his loved ones at all costs. One day while seeking refuge from his troubled mind, his path crosses with Isabella Jones. Their connection is instantaneous as if the universe conspired to bring them together. Isabella, a mysterious and enigmatic woman, is haunted by the demons from her own past. As their relationship quickly blossoms, the unspoken truths between them threaten to tear them apart. When Clayton is presented with the opportunity to rejoin the Marine Corps, Isabella is faced with a decision: whether to accompany him or remain behind. Caught in this web of secrets and lies, they try to navigate their love through the murky waters, desperately hoping to find solace in each other's arms. But will love be enough to conquer the shadows that lingered in their hearts? Or would the truth ultimately be their undoing?

Tatum_Whispers · Urban
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124 Chs

Wandering Steps

…Isabella POV…

I have not heard from Clayton in two days now, apart from a brief message that he will speak to me later. I am starting to fear what I thought would happen, that he would grow away from me. I always knew it would have been hard for him to focus his mind on both his dream and his heart. The thing I never knew was which was more important to him? But what I did know is that I knew that this would have come sooner or later.

With this all turmoiling in my mind, I am off to go shopping as what I do almost every day in this place. If I am not with Denise, then I find myself here in the city shopping for god knows what that I don't need. The plain fact is that I am lonely, and Richard and Denise are only so much company. It is on days such as these that I wish that I did stay back in that little town, then at least I would have Katarina with me now.