A forbidden love that not even war could divide.
A fanfiction from the 2001 movie; Pearl Harbor
This is book two, to read the first 11 chapters make sure to read Forties_flare Amongst The Brave.
**Continuing the story written by Forties_flare. This...
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Twelve 12:27am Honolulu Hawaii Amelia
I'm not sure how, but the heels that I wore surprisingly managed to outlive the frantic dash I commenced back home. Not knowing how long it really took from the moment I shoved Danny away, bolting from the booth and straight out of the Hula bars front door, our friendsgazes to glued- all that mattered now, was I had made it back to our hut in what felt like some sort of record speed. I was safe and sound from the views of anyone. The tears I bravely held back before. Now danced down the skin of my face like a flooded river that no gate could ever withstand.
Trying so hard to maintain a calm composure, not to break and let all my emotions run rampant. The more I fought, the more my heart yelled from the pits within my chest. Burning madly with every breath. This was it....
Everything I had bottles up over the last six years was bursting to be free and let it all be known. Not caring who saw, nor how soft it would make me appear.
Maybe it was the whiskey, but I never felt so vulnerable or weak as I do right now-- I was losing control.
Giving in to such weakness, I tried to catch my breath in between each sob. While holding tightly to the railing outside our screened in porch, carelessly falling onto a step below.... my hearts sadness spilled out all around. Every memory, every ache, every tear shed since that night in Tennessee was drowning me, and after fighting so long to stay strong. I let myself break entirely. -- --- ----
"Milly...."
His footsteps shuffled against the gravel not far ahead.
With no need to look up. That voice had been etched into my mind, not even a severe case of amnesia could make me forget that dark southern draw. The one that always seemed to pull and hold on to me ever so protectively tight.
And just when I felt safe enough to break without a witness. Danny of course would appear.
Quickly, I tried to gather up the blubbering mess I had so foolishly become. "How did you even know where I ran off too, Danny?"
Sniffling back the emotions while trying to regain my sense of normalcy.
Taking a few steps closer, Danny sat on the porch step next to me. Inhaling a deep breath before he spoke; both hands tucked into his front pockets. His posture was stiff, though his kind brown eyes stared hopelessly at my swollen, heavy filled baby blues. Tension spread over his chiseled jawline.
I knew he wanted to do all that he could to fix me. But furrowed in defeat as he knew I wouldn't allow him too.
"Evelyn wrote it down for me back before we left New York..." Danny states before tilting his gaze to up above. Doing his best to block out his craving to pull me close to him, and mend all the broken pieces in which I've become since our kiss.
