withstanding the war. ➳ au styles. [on hold; indefinitely] [in editing]

Chapter One.

September, 1939.

Marilyn’s POV

We sat under the Weeping Willow on the far corner of our property. Living outside the city had its benefits, and this was one of them. It was our last night together. Our last night to hold each other safe in our arms, because once he was gone in the morning, we both knew the danger he was in. I would be fine, safe here, but where he was going, would be like trudging through hell.

Though I knew he worried about me too. He was the man and the fact that he would not be able to keep his girl safe probably scared him a little. But he knew I could handle things, that I was stronger than most people gave me credit for.

I was nestled comfortably between his legs, while his strong arms had a hold over me. We watched the sun dip below the horizon, to lighten another side of the world. The sky blended together with a variety of pinks, oranges, yellows, and purples. It was a sight to see, a perfect way to end our time together.

I heard his faint humming to a tune I never heard of, but he was always doing that. It was something that I loved about him. He had never let anyone hear his voice before he met me, and I thought that was something special. He would always sing me to sleep, and I wondered how difficult it would be to try to sleep without him. Without him singing me to a peaceful dreamland, or just sleeping along side me. No matter how hot it got, we would always wake up tangled with one another, but just because we could not stand being away from each other.

I tilted my head to the right to look up at the person who had the power to take my breath away and make my heart beat faster with every glance. For me, it was like I was looking at him for the first time, every time. He was breath-takingly beautiful and I hoped he could maintain his innocence, in a situation that was anything but.

His soft brown curls sat upon his head, while his forest green eyes scanned the empty landscape in front of us. It had be a few minutes before he finally realized that he had captivated me, and looked down at me. As soon as his eyes met mine, a smile was placed on his plump, and ever changing pink lips. The dimples that added to his innocent-like features appeared and I could not help the wide smile on my face.

His eyes sparkled as the sun kissed the Earth one last time and dipped below our vision. He leaned and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, while holding my chin. Kissing him was still like the first time, and I knew it would never fade. He pulled away sooner than I anticipated, but only to say the words I never believed until I met him.

“You are so beautiful.”

These words always had me blushing, and they could not be truer from anyone but him. I giggled at this unusual feeling that I had not accustomed to yet, but I hoped I never did.

“You always do that. Every time I tell you, you always blush and giggle. Why?” He inquired.

His tone playful because he knew the reason, he just liked hearing me say it.

“Because you are the first person to make me feel like I am.” I replied back in a similar tone to his.

We smiled at each other for a few minutes, before I started to shiver. Even though the sun only dipped below the horizon a few minutes ago, the crisp night air had already decided to surround us. The sky was still a light blue, though you could easily see the darker skies approaching, leaving a trail of stars in its wake.

“You cold baby?” Harry asked, sounding concerned.

“A little, but can we stay out here for a little while longer?” I pleaded, giving him doe eyes.

He chuckled before he responded.

“Of course love. There is actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” He said, his tone turning from cheerful to serious.