Sobbing her heart out in the tired old armchair, well her world was shattering into pieces around her. She'd just received a red telegram and his last letter.
Dear Judie
Do remember that year we met, you standing outside the cafe absolutely soaked and I offered you a warm drink on me despite that you were a lower ranking citizen.
She simply nods, holding back her tears.
Well I did and look where we are now; high ranking, married and the thing I look forward to most is coming home to see our unborn child, if I ever do come home. You see Judie by the time you get this letter I will be dead.
Tears start streaming down her porcelain cheeks looking like liquid glass, tears of sorrow is all it is. She grips the letter tight, her teardrops dripping onto the paper. Her hands shaking.
So trust me when I say this they may look like humans but they are not humans.
All my love
Sergeant L. Green.
Her stomach hurts from crying, her brain from believing that they'd win this war between them and us.
She clicks "All my love" isn't normally there it's usually just "love", she jumps out her chair walking abnormally fast as causally as she can inside to pack, it's code for run. Run like there is no tomorrow because if you don't there will be no tomorrow.
What would be next she wonders, will she die in child birth or will she die at the hands of them?
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Ephemeral
Historia CortaAdventure? Drama? Looking for a laugh or a cry?? This book has it!... I think- but that's up to you. Welcome to the wonderful world of my mind, random stories written on whim usually at 2am.
