How. I. died.

Her Smile

I still remember her smile on that brisk snowy winter day. It lit up the entire forest. I loved that smile. Seven years ago we moved into a cottage that rested on a golden green meadow, we were so happy. I can pretend that nothing ever happened after that day and everything's still the same. Although thinking that, will change nothing. I remember every detail.

Six months ago there were three army soldiers at our door forcing me to enlist in the army. They even took her to work as an army nurse because of her knowledge of herbs and medicinal treatments. It was an outright cold, bloody, and brutal war. Many of these army men didn't make it past a year, I wish I wasn't so fortunate. The only thing that motivated me to not go out there and get myself killed was a picture on my left pocket. It was a picture of her. Sometimes I would wish that I could feel her heart beating right next to mine, side by side like before the war. I wrote letters to her almost every week hoping the carrier pigeon was able to make it. I was fortunate that none of her words to me got lost she always replied and she got every emotion I was sending to her.

Until one day I didn't get her response and instead a letter from the army general of another one of our forts to the west where she was stationed. The letter said the enemy took her and hurt her and did things to her. I got a letter on September 22, 1945. The day I'd leave this cold war, to a colder world where I would never get her smile, the smile that would light up those brisk snowy days.