I looked over the balcony, officer's cap under my arm. The music started back up again and the dancing partners trickled back to the floor. The stained glass windows scattered coloured light across the slowly twirling pairs. In the middle of them I saw them standing together, slowly spinning as they held each-other close. I couldn't tell them. I couldn't ruin their wedding. And yet I could almost feel myself slipping away. Maybe I was imagining it but day by day my body grew weaker. I clutched the railing as I descended down to the dance floor. The stitches in my side screamed. Within the month the military doctor had said. I would have to tell them soon....but not tonight. Tonight was for them and I wouldn't ruin it if I was going to drop dead from the infection the next morning.

The song ended and they walked to the tables at the edge of the dance floor. I slowly walked towards them, trying to hide the grimace of pain.

"Congratulations," I said, placing my hat on the table.

Abigail put a hand over her mouth and her eyes misted over. Christopher sprang to his feet in shock.

"You made it," he said as his arms wrapped around me.

"I wouldn't miss my two best friends wedding," I said, finally pulling out of his hug. "Even if I had to have a few things happen to get leave."

Abigail stood, face shining as she smiled at me.

"So how have you been? I hope you're doing well and keeping safe. We're worried sick every time you leave."

My eyes prickled but I smiled.

"I'm couldn't be happier to be back. How long has it been?"

"We haven't seen or heard from you since you were called up in July," Christopher said. We sat in silence for a second before he broke it.

"How long do you have?"

I could barely keep the tears down at the words.

"About a month."

"Well, any time we get to spend with you is precious."

I couldn't take any more. I stood and excused myself, saying I wanted to say hello to a few other friends. The tears started the minute I turned around.