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"Straight it is." Once they were both all set, they began the trek straight ahead. Jacob knew it was smart to stay on guard, but for the most part it didn't seem like they had anything to worry about as of now. He was used to silence, but there was something weird about not talking the whole way after spending nearly a whole day with Ash. By this point they were practically best friends – at least, he considered anyone who cared enough to protect his life along with themselves was considered a friend. His hands were shrugged into the pockets of his jacket.<br/>
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"Uh, you know . . .marriage, kids and all that. I actually proposed three months before all this shit took place."<br/>
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Jacob had never been the cocky type and his confidence had never come across as fraudulent. There were plenty of things that he did feel a high level of confidence in doing and saying, but it would be a lie to not admit how nervous he could get. He was nervous the first day of boot camp, nervous about his first tour, but none of those moments came close to how nervous he felt about proposing to Arianna. Imagine his surprise to find she had her own worries that night. They both had been kind of distant with one another and while he feared that maybe she was finding a way to break things off with him, Adrianna felt the same. In reality, the night Jacob proposed he learned that Adrianna was pregnant.<br/>
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"We were actually supposed to be moving to her parents' house. The city was getting lonely without me there all the time, and she'd want help with – things. I wanted to take a year off. You know, just for once turn the whole soldier mode off." Jacob ignored the bitter burn at the back of his throat. It still hurts to think about her life he had before – how good things were. And while their situation could be much worse, Jacob was still chasing the high of that night when he looked in Adrianna's eyes as she said yes. That kind of joy didn't come around a lot.<br/>
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"She's gone. But you know, maybe the Isle will just . . .make things feel normal again. What about you?" Up ahead there was a posted sign, but they wouldn't be able to make out the lettering until they were close. If they could figure out the name of the city, it'd help to look on the map and give a better idea of whether to keep ahead or split off finally. <br/>
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