It had been exactly one week since Micah had told me he was leaving for the army i had decided to not let him leave with me angry so i told him he would have to spend as much time with Sara and i as he could, he had brought Sara out to the woods and taught her how to hunt with a bow he persuaded Charles to make for him to give to Sara. Then he took me out on a late night walk in ambarino, the town might've been old, rusted and the water was full of oil but it was beautiful at night.
But the day of departure came, it was an early morning that felt as though it was going by way to fast. I woke up next to Micah as i brushed my hand across his cleanly shaven face due to the rules of the military. I kissed his soft lips as air pushed out of his nose from his sudden awakening.
"Good morning love" I whispered as Micah's arms wrapped around me and held me as tight as he could. Oh how id miss his touch.
"It isn't such a good morning darling, but for the mean time it is a fine one"
It had only been a few minutes soon to be turned to hours till the departure came. We had gotten all of Micah's bags packed making sure he would be ready for the cold lonesome nights. My heart ached as the time came. We had taken the wagon down to the outskirts of Saint Denis right before the train station being prepared for any law to recognize us and attack but nothing of that sort happened. I took a deep breath And turned towards Micah.
"I pray you make it out alive and i get to hold you forever till the end of our time"
"Don't think like that doll, what happens, happens. I will always be there for you and watch over my two beautiful girls. Don't you second guess that you hear me love?"
"God al'mighty im gonna miss your stuck up face" I whined feeling the lump form in my throat at i latched onto his neck digging my face into his shirt.
"I love you Micah Bell"
"I love you more Mrs. Vanessa Bell"
I leaned in pressing my lips against his lips, eager for more but not able to take enough. He let go and said goodbye to Sara, she cried not knowing where her father would end up scared for what the future holds.
As be stepped off the wagon and headed towards the departing train he looked back once more doubtful of his outcome but joyful for the memories he was able to make, and the people who had become acquainted with. He was proud of his wife for raising such a wonderful young girl and being able to call her his own. A father like no other. Micah stepped onto the train as it hurried down the tracks.
It had been exactly a year since any contact with Micah. The gang had completely split to my knowledge and the location to where everyone was.. a mystery. Arthur had passed soon after Micah left. His stubbornness was the cause, not admitting he was sick. Which devastated me, I didn't have the heart to tell Sara and i might not ever. We had moved west, back down by Valentine, in a small but livable town home. Just enough for 2. It was a quiet life, i had bought a new horse, my beloved trudy had been stolen by some damned kid. I was devastated for weeks until i had went on a strole through the bush behind my home where i had found his still body with a single bullet hole in his chest.
My poor trudy. I had named this horse Morgan, she was a working horse a white stipple Shire. Beautiful mare. My saddle days were over, the wagon was my main transportation.
I was in our sitting room knitting needles in hand knitting away a scarf for Sara to keep her warm throughout the breezy fall weather, when i heard a knock on the door. I set my project down and brushed off my skirt. One foot in front of the other my heeled boots tapped on the creaky hardwood. The sun reflected onto the windows near the door making large white beams visible, my hand reached out towards the cold steel, turning the door handle I opened the door.
The light had taken over my sight as i blinked a few times before my vision was restored. There stood a man, dark boots and a full uniform that was slightly dirty. His face guiltily and pale, eyes lowered and polite.
"Can i help you sir?"
The man cleared his throat look directly in my eyes.
"Are you Vanessa Bell?"
my heart sank as thousands of blades chopped at my throat.
"Yes.." my voice croaked as i put my hand over my mouth.
"Im so sorry Mr.s Bell but your husband Micah Bell has been killed fighting for his country. He is a respected veteran of the United States of America. A hero"
A ringing strung through my ears as all sound shut off.
He cant be dead...My love can't be dead...I wasn't there for him......i didn't get to say goodbye..
What about me...what about his little girl..
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His Little Girl | Micah bell X Oc
Fanfic"She was a mother. A sister. An aunt. A friend and a wife." Vanessa Levine or other known as "baby" was a strong independent mother with a history that only few knew. What had shocked most was that past self had came back at her most venerable state...
