Dear Florence

Part 2: fighting

Dear Nikola
I have been waiting for your response for days with anguish, I miss your horrible remarks and idiotic statements and thoses eyes that stare into my soul waiting for the right moment to pounce onto its pray. Once you return i wish for you to come to the manor.
Yours truly, baroness Charleston

This was one of the first true letters Nikola had ever gotten a letter, he had never feel so inlove with a woman so different so out of his class before. The only thing he had dreamed of is to survive this god forsaken war.
All he ever wanted at this moment was to see Florence, her bright green eyes that sparkled even in the slums of London. Her curly voluminous golden brown hair swayed as she walked though the prestigious high streets of. All she wanted was her. Only her.
Maybe if he survives at the west front he would be able to see her again.

Florence couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop dreaming of him. She sweared that she had never seen a man like that in her life. So stupidly easy to talk to unlike these old aristocratic men in suits and ties, it didn’t interested her not at all. Her husband mason, like all the other men she has ever talked to.
Although she was married and had a vow to keep, she couldn't keep herself away from Nikola. On his final day on earth, she waved him goodbye with a handkerchief in her hand wishing him good luck on his journey to the war grounds, bone and breath, blood and hunger, sweat and tears lay on the grounds and burials of soldiers from the past, from wars long ago. The once rested poppies from the last damned war had been destroyed by the foots of soldiers,not the English, The Germans. They did not tread lightly on sacred ground, they did not fear god, they put themselves on top of Christ himself.This was a war of grime and dirt.

When she arrived home;to the manor, she was 'greeted' by her husband with a strike.
"Where were you Florence, I've been calling the whole goddamn town"
"I was just saying goodbye, you see a friend of one of neighbours"
"Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not mason! I swear" she snapped back in fear, another strike to her face, red with a palmprint
"I don't wanna hurt you my dear, but it's come to this" she turnt from him, tears streamed down her face. This was a normal day in the Matthews manor. The only way she could receive comfort is by writing; writing a letter. But wait she's received one already, so quick?

Dear Florence,
I've already arrived
These Germans, there animals
Oh how I miss you,
We have to win this war Florence.
Fight for me.
Yours truly Nikola