Author's note: Hey guys, I decided to post one of my short-stories and depending on how this goes I may publish another one of my short story. It's my first time actualy publishing something of mine. Thanks in advance for giving my story a chance and sorry for the long note. ❤
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Anne-Marie hugged her knees and put her chin on top of them. It was raining outside. She stood on the window seat watching the raindrops slowly slide down in front of her. There was a distant aroma of cinnamon in the air from the candles she lit. An old worn-out copy of "A study in scarlet" was laying beside her sock-clad feet. It was obvious Anne missed him. Moments like this usually left her thinking why, oh why did he have to leave. Why couldn't he stay with her? It wasn't fair.
He was in the army and had to serve his country. He had made that choise long before they met and he didn't have someone waiting for him at home. He didn't know his father, his sister wanted nothing to do with him and after his mother's death there was nothing holding him back. It was the last straw. He joined the army at the tender age of 19, few months after the funeral. Years later when he was 23 he met her after his mate Oliver was wounded in one of the missions. She was an army nurse fresh out of college. He clearly remembers how the afternoon light made her hair seem like honey spilling on her shoulders and gave her eyes a warm liquide gold-like colour. Derek had never seen such a beauty. A few months later they met again. It was in the middle of an unexpected attack. She was so brave and courages in that moment. There was something in the way she yelled at another nurse for more morphine in a calm but firm tone that got him falling in love with her. He was sure there wasn't anyone else more perfect for him. Anne clearly remembers how in the few following days Derek asked her to be his. It was probably one of the happiest moments in her life. So here she was waiting for him to return from yet another dangerous mission. But this time she didn't know if he would return. They say that hope should die last. So she hoped and prayed that the sky would guide him home to her.
Anne-Marie was so deep in though that she didn't even hear the door open and close. Only when she felt hands tenderly place themselves on her sholder did she realize that he had returned. The moment she turned around he picked her up and hugged her close. Her tears sokked his jacket. There weren't enough words to describe the relieve that spread throug her whole being when she felt him kissing the top of her head.
-Shh... It's okay. I'm here. I'm home
