Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Richard Winters Imagine #2

      He is coming home. The love of my life has survived the god forsaken war and is coming home. Richard Winters. My Richard Winters is coming home to me. I just couldn't believe it. No matter how many times I told myself the news, It was just almost too good to be true. I was just too excited. 

     I waited at that train station. I arrived extremely early, as early as the first train would arrive. Making sure I wouldn't miss Richard. I felt the wind brush against my ankles, pushing my dress to the side slightly. I twiddled my fingers, looking around anxiously. I watched as people were reunited with their husbands, fathers, son's. How happy the were. How the had tears of joy. I smiled, thinking of how happy they must be and how happy they will be for a while now it seems. But then, I caught glimpse of the other families that realized that their family member wasn't coming back. Some received a yellow letter given to them by men in dress uniforms, or they realized after train cars and train cars, they realized that their loved one wasn't returning. I saw the change in their eyes, the tears filling their eyes, the mothers that dropped onto the ground with sobs and sorrowful screams. I watched as fathers covered their mouths trying to hold back tears. My heart broke and my smiles faded. The war was over, but the lives taken from it and the marks it left in our world's history would never leave. It will be a forever reminder. I just stood there, looking away from the sorrowful sights and trying to drown out the cries, and look back at the tracks. I began mentally praying that my Richard would come back to me. That I wasn't going to become one of those unlucky few. So I just stood there and waited, chewing on the bottom of my lip, not caring that my lipstick would smudge. Waiting is all i could do as the wind sent a shiver down my spine and as
It pressed my hair to the right.

      It had been years since I have seen Dick. Every since he shipped out. I remember the day he told me he had to leave. I remember how I cried, how I hit his chest and told him how stupid he was for leaving. I felt horrible about that moment, but I was blinded by fear and heartbreak. I was scared I was going to lose the love of my life. Though, I didn't need to apologize, Dick understood me and why I was so upset. Oh how I loved how he treated me, and how he loved me no matter what. I remember how he held me the day I left. How he kissed me. How he wiped my tears away and how he told me everything was going to be okay. He wrote to me everyday. Though, of course, the letters became fewer but I was, and still am, happy I was able to receive any letters at all. I reread each letter a countless amount of times. Dragging my fingers across the letters, knowing his fingers must of grazed over them. Oh how I missed him.

    Dick and I had been friends long before the war started. Meeting in college, we became friends. Getting closer and closer. Studying together, having late night talks. And a short while after graduating, we began dating. He then went to school to become an officer in the Army. Of course, with his brain and natural leadership skills he has always carried, he became an officer. And just like that, he was stationed almost immediately. And everyday I prayed I wouldn't get a yellow letter or two Officers in dress uniforms. I should be fine. He is fine. I just have to keep repeating that.

     Glancing down at my stop watch, clutching it tightly between my fingers. His train was late. The train he had told me he was going to be on, was late. I had been keeping track of the other trains that came in and out. Dropping off Marines, Soldiers, Seamen, Airmen. Dick's train hadn't arrived yet. And with more men being dropped back at their homes, many were happy. But many also faced the horrible truth of the loved ones most definite fate. Once more, I had tried to drown out those people. As horrible it may sound, I just couldn't bear listening to the cry, see anymore mothers collapse, see anymore significant others cry out their husbands or boyfriends names as the cling to the ground. I couldn't handle thinking of it in this moment. So all I could do was pray in my head as I stared back down at my shoes and chewed on my lip harder. Soon tasting the metallic substance of my blood dripping from my inner lip. All I could do was wait in the mean time. 

     An hour and a half had passed, my anxiety levels had continued to rise this entire time. I just kept waiting. That was until I heard once another train pulling up. The loud squeaks and halt on the engine and wheels of the large machine made it quite obvious. I tiltdd my head up and looked at it. I had a gut feeling my Richard was on that train. I knew he was there and waiting to see me. My stomach felt like it was doing back flips like an Olympic gymnast. My jaw tightened and my back straightened, watching the train finish coming to it's hard stop. I held my breath as other officers and other soldiers ran to their families and their wives. Just waiting for those happy feelings to be for me and my love. I looked back at the train doors, pressing myself through others, trying to get a better look to see the love of my life returning from the hardships of this war.

    Quickly, I spotted him. My Richard. There he was, standing there holding his C-bag while talking to a fellow soldier. He made it. He was alive. Oh my god he was alive. Tears filled my eyes as a smile grew on my face. He came back to me. I started running towards him, pushing past people, hearing my flats click across the concrete. 

   "Dick!" I yelled, laughing slightly as he looked up to find the source of his name being called. Our eyes met. It felt like the first time we had kissed. Fireworks and butterflies. I watched as he tightened his grip on his C-bag as he followed my action of running. I laughed as tears began to fall. I saw his handsome smile grow on his face.

   "Y/N!" he yelled, as he dropped his C-bag onto the ground in order to engulf me in a tight hug. Lifting me off my feet and spinning me. Only placing me down and pulling his arms away from my waist, just to place his hands on my face, cupping it. He looked me in the eyes for a few moments. I saw the need and love in his eyes. I saw how the war toughened his looks. Scratcjes and small scarws littered his face. But who the fuck cares. He is right in front of me.
     He kissed me. The famous "Welcome home kiss" and it felt so perfect. I felt him pull us closer together, knotting his fingers into my hair and grasping it. I tightly wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting this moment to never end. 

    He pulled away slowly, looking me back in the eyes before hugging me again, burying his nose into the crook of my neck. He smelt so good. I tangled my fingers into his ginger hair. "You have no idea how much I missed you doll. God, I love you," he said, he sounded tired. But in a way, he sounded safe. I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair once more.

    "Trust me Dick, I know. Please don't leave. Ever again," I pleaded, breathlessly. Burying my face back into the ginger's hair. I heard him chuckle slightly, only to slip down out of my grasp. I looked up, he wasn't there. I whined, missing his touch already. Although, I looked down and there he was. On one knee. Oh god. I watched him slip his hand into his pocket and pull out a little black box. I clapped my hands over my mouth. More tears came to my eyes and began to flow. 

    "Y/N, I don't want to go anywhere, not even home, until I know you are mine forever. And that we won't ever be apart. God, I've been thinking about this day everyday since I left those years ago. I can't live without you, and I'm so in love with you Y/N. I want you and only you, forever. So please, do me the honor of being my wife?" he asked. He had tears running down his face just as bad as me as he opened the box to display a beautiful ring. I nodded quickly, not being able to search and say the words that would fit for this moment. He stood up and slid the ring on my finger. Kissing me again. God. Life couldn't get any better, it was honestly so perfect now.