covered in smoke their bodies huddled closely. As darkness drenches their vision, a frail voice whispers "sing for me will you?"
Jean Smith also known as Lieutenant Smith, is an active duty soldier, once deployed in Iraq, he has arrived back home once again to rest. Quietly living with his newly wedded wife, Mace. As an active duty soldier, they met while serving in Iraq. Currently living happily together in a small town, far from all the noise, a break of the terrifying war they had fought. Smiles etched on their faces, oblivious on what's to come.
Yellow meadows and the summer wind blowing, Mace decides to sit outside feeling the fresh air while closing her eyes. It reminded her of her time serving, the time she met Jean. A yellow meadow near a creek, memories of Jean asking her everything he needed to know about her. Never could she ever imagine that the love of her life was standing right in front of her. From the way she talked to her smile that gave off a warm feeling, Jean liked it all. Mace was attracted to his questions about her, all the assumptions she had of him, gone in a blink of an eye, replaced with warmth he gave off. The love for her passionately radiating off of him till this day.
As she sat and enjoyed the breeze, a pair of eyes looked at her lovingly. A familiar voice called out to her "Mace, what are you thinking so hard about?", she replied, a smile etched on her face "Jean, do you remember the first time we met? it was in a yellow meadow and you asked me about myself." Jean chuckled "I still do", "why were you so nice to a private like me?" "It's simple really, you stood out so much in such a grim place as the army, it's only natural for me to be attracted to you." A grin could be seen on his face. But that only made her wonder even more, why would he choose a low ranking average private such as herself. As the thought irked her mind, a question popped up, "Jean, what do you think about a child?". Jean, a bit taken aback, quickly answers, "Everything is in your hands, If you're ready, I'm ready." Hands wrapped together, her head resting on his shoulder, overseeing the peaceful meadows.
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A World Caving In
Roman d'amourcovered in smoke their bodies huddled closely. As darkness drenches their vision, a frail voice whispers "sing for me will you?"