She is beautiful. Never in my life have I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stare at her like I'm in a trance. I must be, because it's impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly...
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I wake up early. Old habit, I guess. Sergeant Thompson gave us the day off.
groan as I look at the clock on my bedside table. 6:00 AM. That's way too early. Back at home, we had to wake up even earlier for training, but I'd hoped I could sleep in until at least seven. Too late now. I can't go back to sleep.
I rub my eyes, about to complain to myself, but then I remember I'm not alone in the room. I turn my head to see Ashley, beautiful even in her sleep. How can she be so stunning, even now? Her head is turned towards me, and she's curled up on her side, clutching the covers
tightly with one hand while the other rests under her head. Her blonde hair is spread evenly on the pillow, and her face looks so peaceful. Even without lipstick, her lips are naturally red. She's really something else. I'm lucky just to be near her.
I sit up, glancing at my reflection in the mirror across the room. My hair is a mess, and I need to freshen up before she wakes. I blink a few times to make sure I'm really awake, then slowly pull back the covers and slide out of bed. I don't want to get up; I don't want to shower, but I have to. Maybe we could spend the day together. I believe Richard gave her the day off after her performance last night.
She was incredible. I mean, the first time I heard her sing, I was blown away, but last night... her voice was so powerful. And the song, it was in French—so complex. How did she learn that? I know her mother was French, but still. I know some French too, since I'm a soldier and we're headed to France soon, so it's like Morse code—essential for duty. But her song, it was so sad. I understand why everyone was crying. It was powerful, and it made me feel so much for her.
I glance back at Ashley. I know I always think she's beautiful, but beauty isn't everything. I should know, considering I'm not exactly attractive. But when she looks at me with those eyes, it's like I'm the most handsome person in the world. There's a sparkle in her eyes that just makes me feel different.
I stand up and walk into the bathroom. It's tiny, but it works. I take off my clothes and step into the shower. The hot water feels nice on my skin. While I'm showering, I can't help but think—what am I going to do today? What about tomorrow? What will I do if I live? What if I die? Not much I can do if I die, but the thought of leaving her behind fills me with dread. I know I'll be leaving for France in a few weeks, and the thought of it breaks my heart. What if I never see her again? What if I die out there, and she's left behind? No, I can't die out there. I can't leave her. I'll go to France, kill every fucking Nazi, and come back to her. We'll live a peaceful life together—just the two of us, if she wants that.
I miss my mom... and my dad. I haven't thought about them much lately because Ashley's been taking up all the space in my brain. But now, here, with Ashley asleep, I think about them. I miss my little sister too. She's so sweet with her blonde pigtails. Blonde hair doesn't run in the family, but my mom's hair was blonde once, before it darkened. Her smile could light up an entire room, just like Ashley.
