The next morning, Edward knocks on my door.
"Fancy a stroll?"
I sigh, throwing my hand over my eyes to block the light.
"Sure"I grumble.
After I dress, we head out over the hill in the back of the house. To each side of us are rough patches of trees, but ahead of us is a full lawn covering the hill.
"What does it feel like to take a break from the war?" I ask.
He pauses, considering his answer.
"It feels fake. You know?"
"I don't quite follow" I reply.
"All these family parties feel fake" he clarifies. "I'm supposed to feel patriotic for my country, and I don't even that."
"You should. The Nazis are terrible people."
"We convince ourselves that we are the right side while men and women fall all around us. Then we parade in social parties and church like everything is okay when we know it isn't."
"I didn't think it would get any better, and then I found my way here" I say.
He smiles at me.
I don't really like Edward, to be honest. He's okay looking, has a full, dimpled smile. Nice eyes... Somehow I have found myself in the 1940's with a nice man, and a beautiful English mansion. This should be romantic and everything I've ever wanted, but...
"This can't work out" I say.
"I know" he replies.
"There is someone else, and I don't trust myself to make the right decisions with you when I am thinking about another."
"Did you love him" he asks.
"Yes. I loved him in spite of everything."
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A Time for Love
Science FictionAnnie, a 21 year old singer stuck in unrequited love, is on her way to her grandmother's when a storm appears, swirling overhead. She enters the room to find a radio playing noise back from 1940 about the war. Touching it, she's transported back in...
