A Familiar Face

Chapter 2

As Mrs. Whitmore walked back inside waving goodbye to the doctor and wiping a tear from her face, she heard someone crying. As she walked towards the sound it led her into where Genevieve was. "Poor boy," Mrs. Whitmore whispered to herself as she saw Wesley, his head buried in the quilts that lay on top of Genevieve. He had his hands tightly pressed together and cried as he mumbled words toward heaven.
All she could make of his words were, " please, God, if we are not meant to be together.... please just help her be alright."

By now it was well past ten and getting later and later into the night. Mrs. Whitmore went in and told Wesley that she would be alright, and that he should head off home to get some rest. At first Wesley just shook his head, not wanting to leave Genevieve's side, but after a few minutes of talking to him she was able to convince him that he needed rest.

Wesley walked outside without saying a word, climbed onto his horse and slowly walked it home.

As soon as he reached home, he quietly cuddled up in his bed and fell asleep, exhausted from the day's excitement.

When morning came he just lay there, not having the desire to get up. Just as he was wondering whether he should go back to check on his Genevieve or just lay in bed, his mother came tearing in his room, horror written her face. " What is it mother?" Wesley asked, hardly changing his expression. "My son!" Was all she could say as she ran in and hugged him, or practically strangled him, with tears streaming down her face, creating a nice wet puddle on Wesley's sheets. No matter how uncomfortable Wesley felt, he couldn't get his mother to let go. As he examined his mother, trying to figure out what she was going on about, he noticed that she was holding onto a yellow telegram.
"What's this", he managed to choke out, knowing what it was.
But his mother kept clinging to him, sobbing and clenching that yellow telegram tightly in her hand.

When his mother finally had had her fill of crying, she let go of him and just stared into Wesley's beautiful, deep, brown eyes. She didn't have to say anything, for Wesley knew why she was crying. He had been called to go off to war.

Wesley didn't know what to think, Genevieve still hadn't waken and now he must leave in the morning to go off to fight for his country. It truly was his duty, but how could he leave until he knew what would become of Genevieve? What if he never saw her again? Wesley couldn't even think straight. He just got down onto his knees and prayed. Letting all of his feelings come out. His mother knelt down beside him and prayed too. Her face still wet from tears rolling down her cheeks every few minutes.