New York City, 2023.
Monica PoV
I sat in The Dead Poet Pub, a pint of Guinesse on my table. A picture lied on the table, but a pair of dog tags hung from my fingers.
*FLASHBACK*
Arthurs hand held mine, tears slipping down my face.
˝Take them... Remember me...˝ He said.
***
My head rested in my hands, tears freely falling. I looked at the picture of the two of us. It was a picture of us sleeping next to a wall. I was wrapped in his arms, and his head rested on mine. I finished my beer and left the money on the table, walking out into the sheet.
Birmingham, 1919.
Arthur PoV
With a whiskey in my hand I stared down at the picture. A picture of Monica and I. Down on the table, a pair of dog tags was set.
*FLASHBACK*
Her voice rung out on the platform and I opened my window.
˝Arthur!˝ Her voice was out of breath, and her face was tear stained.
˝I want you to have these.˝ She took of her dog tags and held them out to me. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
˝Thank you, love. I'll keep them safe.˝ I told, holding back my own tears.
***
A tear slips down my face and I breath in. My fist connects with the table before me with a laud bang.
˝Fuck!˝ I yelled and get up, leaning the Garrison.
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