A train whistle rages in the distance. It's dark. I'm cold. But that doesn't matter, as long as he stays safe. I look at my surroundings. Who knows how far we had gone? Was it even worth it? They would find us eventually. No. They can't, they won't find him. As long as I'm here, he'll be safe. He has to stay...
Her thought remained unfinished, for the bullet hard pierced her heart too soon.
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"Get out already!" the woman yelled, pain clear in her voice.
"Barbara," he said dramatically. "I love you. Mary was a mis-."
His sentence was cut short as I turned off the radio.
"Damn soaps. No one even does that. Unrealistic." I grumbled, shuffling across the room. The radio had never seemed to please me. In fact, all that I would enjoy listening to was that damn Tommy Dorsey song that I can no longer remember the name of.
Anyways, I crossed the room and began pouring myself a cup of coffee, for I needed a lot of energy that day. It was the most important day of my life: December 1st 1940, the day I met Josiah.
Josiah Smith. A young man with mysterious, captivating, green eyes, a strong jawline, and the deepest set cheek bones I've ever seen. I was to be his care taker until he was cured.
I jumped at my doorbell rang. It was him. I opened my door with a large grin on my face.
"Hi! You must be Josiah, I'm William Carver, but you can call me Will."
