(A/N Before we start, I need to say that this is a human one shot, so yea. Oh, and I put the song up there because I thought it fit this oneshot... Enjoy! 💖💖💖)

Pudding Cup's POV

I kept my eyes on the tightly sealed white envelope as I slowly made my way home. My fingers traced over the stamped seal of France on the thick sheet. This was, without a doubt, a letter from the government. But why?

I halted briefly, sweeping my gaze to get my bearings. The red brick house Oreo and I called home was a few paces away from where I stood. As I resumed walking, I couldn't help but wonder, how was Oreo doing?

He was drafted for military service two months ago, and ever since then, he's been sending weekly letters on how he's holding up at the warfront. His tales are awfully bizzare, telling stories of loose animals and awkward situations with other people.

Honestly speaking, I would love to be out on the battlefield with him, but I can't without it being illegal. Despite that, Oreo would always write that I was as manly and brave as any of the other guys he was working with.

But I have no idea as to whether I should take that as a compliment or not.

So in the meantime, the closest I can be to him is when I read his letters to our son, Coco. He DEMANDS that I read what Oreo has to say every night before going to bed, and if there aren't any new ones; he rereads the old ones!

I stop, realizing that I'm currently standing in front of my house. Stepping up to the door, I take out my keys and unlock the door. The moment I enter, the space between me and outside closing with a thud, Coco comes leaping at me from the stairs.

"Did we get a new letter from Dad!?" He excitedly squeaks. A smile forms on my face in reaction to his enthusiasm, but I have to shake my head no.

"Not today," I start as his grin falls away, "but maybe next time."

He nods vigorously, a bright smile still remaining, and dashes back up to his room. I sigh in content, this boy is going to become a wonderful man one day.

I slipped off my sneakers and walk to the table in the living room, dropping the mail on its glass surface. Most off the envelopes contained really dumb ads, but I did keep a few coupons, just in case. And then, too quickly, I came upon the letter from the government.

Holding my breath for an unknown reason, I carefully tear open the envelope. I managed to get the flap undone without too much trouble, and take out a white sheet of printing paper, folded into thirds. There are also small squares, pictures, inside the envelope, but I'll look at that later.

Unfolding the paper, I read the top line, Dear Mrs. Crumbs,...

My hands begin to shake as I read the next line, and the next, and the next... By the middle of the damn letter...I can barely keep myself together, having to suppress sobs every few seconds..

Dear Mrs. Crumbs,

We regret to inform you that your husband, Oreo Crumbs, has passed away in battle at approximately 9:00 p.m., July twenty-fourth. He died from bleeding out from multiple shots to the head, chest, and neck. We wished to enclose you with this information in hopes that it would give you some comfort knowing how Oreo passed.

There was never a question where his loyalty lied in battle, he was a brave soldier and fought to the end. He cared for his friends and always did his best. He always kept it light, and took it all out in battle. Oreo was one of our greatest, we all mourn his loss.

If you'd prefer, we will be able to send his body to you, and the funeral will be held at your household. Or you could travel to Paris, and we will hold the funeral there. Either way, full military honors will be provided for your husband, as he deserves it.

May you grieve not alone, and not for long, and may the years ahead be beneficial to the remaining members of your family.

Deepest Regards,
Army Medal, General.

No...

No no no no NO!!!!!!

F#@k!!! Why did this have to f&$king happen!?!? He...he promised to come back alive..!! And...and then he had to go and f!#king die like a hero..

Tears overflowed in my eyes, making my vision blurry. I dropped the letter and buried my face in my hands. My breathing was ragged as I heaved sobs, but I miraculously managed to grab the envelope and letter and walk to my room.

I sat against the wood frame of the bed, sinking into the light yellow mattress, and placed the two items on the night table. Still sniffling, I grabbed Oreo's favorite pillow, homemade for his 27th birthday, and hugged it tightly.

Coco, with his brilliant mind, wanted to make something really special. So he decided to sew together a pillow that looked exactly like an Oreo. I knew absolutely nothing about sewing, so I got one of my friends to help him. It was a late gift, but Oreo loved it.

I remember him praising Coco like there was no tomorrow, his charming smile beaming brighter than the sun.. I remember him pretending that the Oreo was his face...he was such a goof...that's why I love him..

I try to stop them, but the tears came as fast as the memories started piling up. I remember how nervous he was asking me out for the first time..he actually needed Police Hat as a wingman.. He told me that it took weeks for Oreo to build up the courage to ask..

I remember how Oreo would always get so drunk at parties.. I'd have to drive him home and take care of him when he woke up and had a killer hangover..

I remember how on April Fools Day, he'd always give me an Oreo filled with toothpaste.. After the first few years, I'd learned to expect it, but always took the Oreo anyway.. Then he'd laugh at me, and I'd laugh with him..

I remember when he proposed to me.. And I remember his exact words..

"Pudding, you are the most beautiful, amazing, stunning, wonderful woman on this planet. I've loved you for so long, and I'll love you forever. And I want to keep being like this, forever with you. So...will you marry me?"

I said yes...he slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me with all the love in the world...

And all to soon, we were getting married...and then we had Coco...and we made so many happy memories together...no matter what happened, we'd come back to each other in the end..

And then...he was drafted for military service.

I remember him kissing me and hugging Coco, and he promised that he'd send letters...he promised to come back alive...

He promised...that this would become another memory, another story we could share with others...

What about now?

Shaking, I reach for the envelope, looking for the small papers inside to hopefully distract myself from this..

I had no such luck.

I flipped the small squares over, and started going through them. They were pictures...pictures of Oreo... There was one with him and his gun, he was fully dressed in his uniform, and he looked...happy... proud. Another one was of him with some of the other guys that were drafted, talking and enjoying a meal.

I look at all of them, lingering longer and longer on each one. He's so happy in all of them. One salty tear slides down my cheek. Another one follows it. And another...and another...and I'm crying again..

I drop the pictures and hug the pillow even tighter, burying my face into it. Sob after sob comes out, each one slightly louder than the last. I try hopelessly to contain the noise I'm making, I...I'm not supposed to be f@%king crying. I don't cry.

But...Oreo...he was my everything. Loss after loss made me almost immune to tears...but that didn't mean they were any easier to take. And with this...the one person who mattered the very most to me...it's like everything else came crashing back.

It's okay to cry when your loved one dies...right?

I feel so weak...

Come on Pudding Cup, get up.

I force myself to stand, and I reluctantly put the Oreo pillow down.

I was never the type of person to grieve for long. Besides, there are times when you just...need to move on, ya know?

Oreo...he...he would want this. For me to move on.

But it's gonna be impossible for me to tell Coco about this...

We- we'll get through it though. Together. As a family.

We will get through this loss.

And we'll be stronger than ever.

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I'M SORRY FOR THE SAD ONESHOT YET AGAIN

But anyway, this took me some time to write...so I hope you liked it! Does it seem rushed to you? Idk, it feels rushed to me..

But I PROMISE the next one will be happier! I PROMISE.

Welp, leave opinions and tips in the comments, and I'll see ya next time! 💖💖💖