A Solder's Tale (Book 1 of Something Series) (Completed)

Chapter 26- Annabella's POV in third person (Edited)

She watched the old beat up Ford start it's path down the dirt road, taking the man that she had ever loved with it. Tears were in the middle-aged female's eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she had run after the truck and begged for the person in there to stay.

Annabella snorted and wiped her eyes, not wanting the ten-year-old beside her to see them. From her experience with the male, she knew that all he would do in the end was leaving her and her thirteen-year-old child. It was best for him to leave and never come back into her life, she decided. If he did care about her, then he would've tried harder to fight for her and not leave at the first signs of trouble.

"Señora, would you like us to get the stuff packed up?" a voice asked, breaking her from her thoughts. "Señora?"

Annabella shook her head and quickly wiped her eyes, again. She turned to look behind her to see that it was Herberto. "Hmmm? Oh, yes, yes, of course," she said, nodding her head. She moved a hand through her hair. "I'm fine," she added, catching the look that he had given her.

"Whatever you say," Herberto said, shrugging his shoulder. He turned and started to walk away. "One more thing, he really does love you, and the only reason why he left was because you gave him the words to," he called out. "If you didn't, then he would've stayed."

Annabella huffed and shook her head. She didn't want to think about it but just get home where she knew that she could at least try to forget about him. She didn't need those thoughts going around in her head, even though she was sure they would until the end of time.

Annabella groaned and moved a hand through her hair, again, hating her thoughts. She started to walk where her daughter was, knowing that she was going to be taking her back as well as Addy. "Hey, Emmie," she said, slipping into the old nickname that he had given her daughter.

Emily cleared her throat and turned to look at her, her eyes filled with tears. "What is it?" she asked, clutching a shoebox in her hand.

Annabella frowned and glanced at the box before looking into her daughter's eyes. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, praying that she would say yes.

Emily nodded. "Ya, about that... I'm going to take the bus back," she said. "I'll see you when you get home." With that, she walked briskly away to the bus that took some of the students to watch Marisol participate in the show.

"Ok..." Annabella said a bit stunned that her daughter didn't jump at the chance to be in the truck, which was so unlike her that she couldn't help but be a little hurt. She shook her head and walked to where her truck was, knowing that it wasn't good to ask about it. "Well, I guess that it is just me and you, Addy," she said, causing Addy to smile up at her.

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It was around nine in the evening, and he was in the poor female's thoughts. He was like a plague in the fact that, Annabella couldn't do a single thing without being reminded of him. A small huff broke through her lips while she looked over the application of another student that would go to her school/camp.

"Come in," she groaned, placing the papers back on the desk when she heard a knock. She sat a bit straighter when she saw that it was Emily. "What is it?" she asked, worried because Emily had made it a habit of not knocking on her office door.

Emily bit her lip and looked down. She still clutched that box in her hand, and she couldn't help but wonder what was in it. "He never stopped writing," she said walking over to the desk. She placed the shoebox down on her desk. "You should read what he had to say." With that, she walked out of the room and closed the door.

Annabella huffed and moved a hand through her hair. She groaned and laid her head on her desk. "Great," she muttered. "Now, he'll never leave."

After a few minutes, Annabella huffed and sat up. Curiosity got the better of her so she opened up the box and looked to see a letter dated the last day she had heard from him, when she was told that he would be able to write again.

"What the..?" she mused, looking at the letters. "So, he didn't forget," she muttered, spying a couple for her past birthdays.

She shook her head and sighed. "Guess, it will be better to start at the beginning," she muttered and started to read the letters.

By eleven-eighteen, she was finished with all the letters, and all she can do was lay them on the desk. She couldn't breathe, couldn't even comprehend a single thought except for the fact that he had never forgotten a single event like a birthday or the day that her father and mother had died.

"Wow," she breathed out moving a hand through her hair. "Enter," she called, hearing a knock on the door.

A frown appeared on her face when her daughter came in, looking disheveled and upset. Tears were in her eyes, causing the mother to open her arms wide for her. "Can you go get him?" her daughter asked, hugging her close. "I miss him."

Annabella hugged her tighter. "I miss him too," she admitted. "But... he'll not want me."

"He will, Mom," Emily reassured. "He'll always want you." There was a small cuckle coming from the younger female. "You should've heard the stories he told about you and him. I couldn't even help but be surprise about how much love he had given you even when he didn't get any in return."

"Yes, but I said no to the engagement, and he has the ring," Annabella said defeated. "And I didn't give him a chance to explain." That was what she felt guilty about the most, not letting him explain the reason of why he just popped in to ask her if he would give him a reason as to why he should stay.

"Well... if I give you something, will you go and bring him back?" Emily asked, hopefully. "I mean, we'll be fine for a day or two."

Annabella pulled her daughter away from her, gently and looked at her. "And, why would I?" she asked.

Emily reached around her neck and pulled out the engagement ring that Ry had tried to given her, causing Annabella to gasp, softly. "He had told me to give this to my child when I get married," she said. "But, I think it would be best if you took it."

Annabella couldn't breathe, because she was that shocked. She took the ring and slid it onto her ring finger, not shocked that it fit on her well-calloused hand. "Are you sure that you will be fine?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Mom," Emily said. "We'll be fine." She stood, giving the older woman more room to move. "Go and get my dad back, please."

Annabella nodded her head and stood. She rushed out of the room, the only thing on her mind was to get back her fiancé back to where he was supposed to be and not away from her. 

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A/N: *Squeals* Annabella finally is going to tell him that she loves him. Oops. O.O Spoiler alter. xD