The soldier's love

Chapter 2

                                                                             Date: 5th February

                                                                                                                                                                                         Year: 1949

‘Say something, I am giving up on you.’

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‘I will be the one if you want me to.’

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‘Anywhere I would have followed you’

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‘Say something I am giving up on you’

The old F.M. was playing the song while she was mumbling those same words along with the melody she was creating from the rusted piano. She looked outside the window; the trees were shedding their leaves as she was shedding tears. It was fall already, five months since he was gone.

‘My hope in you is fading…’ she thought, ‘but I am still sure that you’ll come. You’ll show up soon.’

“But do I still occupy your mind like you do in mine?”

Meanwhile, the scenery of the environment now changed from the sweet spring smell to that of dust and bright sun. The dust of the dessert was sticking on the beads of his sweat. He was tired but he couldn’t rest now, they were in the danger zone. The enemies could attack anytime.

His mind seemed to be occupied with nothing but the situation he was in except for he was mumbling something which could only be heard by him himself.