𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Chapter two: army dreamers.

The ceremony ended, and the villagers began to disperse, their faces reflecting the collective grief. But Lorraine remained, her hand resting on the coffin. She whispered a final farewell, "No hard heroes, just my hero. My little army dreamer."

As the sun began to break through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the aerodrome, Lorraine took a deep breath.

Suddenly she heard a voice, it was the pastor. She didn't know how long he stood there.
„Lorraine, he told me to give you this.", the pastor said, holding a letter in his hand.
She looked up at him, then down onto the letter and took it. The pastor left, and Lorraine sat next to the grave again, the slightly yellow letter in her hand.

As she gently peeled back the flap of the slightly yellowed envelope,her fingers trembling with anticipation, a rush of emotions flooded over her.
The paper felt delicate but not all aged beneath her touch, so it was probably about a month old.
As she unfolded the creased edges, the faint scent of paper and ink mingled in the air. It smelled like his perfume and she was about to cry again.
Lorraine's hands trembled slightly, betraying the emotions welling up inside her. Her breath caught in her throat, and a lump formed, making it difficult to swallow.

When she finally opened the letter, the sky was a navy blue. Her hands were shaking with anticipation,her heart pounded in her chest.
The crinkle of the paper echoed in the silent room as she unfolded it, revealing the words written within.

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Sooo, this was the second chapter.
This was so sad to write help, the whole book took me like 2-3 hours :').

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