P.S. I Love You [#EveryDayMovie Contest]

P.S. I Love You

The knock on her door came like a thundering boom that startled the brunette from her slumber. Her heart twisted and sunk with nerves as she stood from her leather couch and hesitantly made her way over to the oak wood door. The white light enveloped her, coldly, as she shook. Lily's breath came in sharp pants as she tried to gain control, but nothing was working.

It hurt. It HURT! She tried to breath calmly, but every time she moved to open the door those cruel, horrible, necessary words were there. Words she had known long before the knock had come. Words that the brunette had waited for with anxiety and worry, knowing, somehow, what they might say.
Slowly, the panic and anxiety attack flowed away, and yet she still shook. Her eyes closed and lithe fingers wrapped around the metal knob before she opened the door in one quick motion. Trepidation swelled through Lily as she slowly opened her eyes to see the well dressed men that stood at her doorstep.

"Miss. Parker?" The man to left asked. Their military uniforms taunting her. That's the uniform that Michael wore. Deep down she knew why these men were here and she was terrified. With a nod of her head the brunette waited for him to say the five words that she dreaded to hear. "Your fiancé has gone MIA."

She seemed defeated as her head fell and chocolate optics landed on the floor. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. Everything was just gone. She paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside her, but she couldn't. A lone tear traced down her cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. Her chin trembled as if she were a small child. She breathed heavier than she ever had before and gasped for air that simply wasn't there. Her throat burned forming a silent scream that wouldn't leave past her rosy brims.

She felt. . .

Broken.

Memories of their shared times together played in her head like a broken record, reminding her  what she had just lost. It didn't even cross her mind that he was just Missing. The only thing she could think about was the last three words that had told him.

I hate you.

Unopened letters cluttered her coffee table and after what seemed like minutes she finally walked over and took one, ripping the envelope open and pulling the piece of paper out.

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Dear Lily,

Are you still angry? I'm not sure if you've been getting my letters, but I hope you're doing well. I'll be back home before you know it.

We both said things that we regret. I just want you to know that you're the light of my life and when I get home I'll throw you a weeding fit for a Queen.

I miss you my Princess.

— Michael.

P.S I Love You.