She felt the world crashing around her when she heard the news reports about the draft.
She felt her heart being crushed in a vice when the draft called him to war.
She felt everything she'd ever known shatter when she watched him climb on the train that could possibly lead to his death.
She felt the warmth of hot tears on her face every night as she cried herself to sleep with memories playing in her mind, and the dried tears on her face every morning when she woke up.
Until one day in particular.
She was sitting alone in her yard, willing herself not to think of him, when she heard a voice call her name softly.
She ignored it at first, thinking it was just her imagination, until it was repeated again, slightly louder.
Then she turned, slowly, to face the speaker, and she felt the world rebuild itself when she recognized his eyes.
She felt the vice around her heart disappear as she ran to him and hugged him tightly.
She felt her tears of despair and fear be replaced with tears of relief and joy as she heard him laugh with the same relief and joy as she felt.
And she knew everything would be okay as she whispered, "Welcome home" to her brother, and heard him reply to her greeting with "I'm glad to be back."
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Stories Of Joy
Short StoryThis will be purely for short stories I write that are happy or end with a good note. Although, some of these don't follow that protocol all the way through. It's mostly bittersweet stories with happy endings. I do not own the picture used for the c...
