Dear Tom
I do remember. I was so mad at you!
Who would thought we would fall in love?
Tom, I'm trying to be happy but I am worried, scared.
The old lady in the bed opposite mine has died. She had consumption alike me.
I could die.Death and dead seem hard brutal, words.
But I will survive for you.
I can't wait to leave the hospital, I hate it here. It's not that the nurses or the doctors are cruel or anything of the sort, they are nice friendly people but death seems to be everywhere.
A few days ago I sang in the hospital ward. I sang our special song. Everyone stopped and listened.
I don't even know why I started singing. I just needed to.
When I finished they applauded me.
An old man complimented my voice:
You have a beautiful voice, my dear he said.
Thank you I replied.
I promise I won't die, I will live and come back to you. Our dreams of a happy future are within reach.
I would do anything to be able to see you again.
I love you
Emma
YOU ARE READING
I will always love you
Short StoryIn the Victorian era many people fell ill with consumption. Sixteen year old Emma Dernwood is one of them. While in hospital she sends letters to her beau Tom. The teenagers have many dreams for the future but will they come true?
