I Love You, Estelle Sylvia 💟

Chapter 1

His POV:
There she was, sat outside swinging softly slowly on her swing in her front yard. She was beautiful, but she was also really rich and I? Well, I was just a milkman. She would never want someone like me. It was  forbidden for me to love her. I sighed and walked away.
5 month later:
It was horrible, I had to go to war. While the girl I fell in love with had to go and build bombs... A rich girl like her. Bombs. Thankfully, I was like an errands boy, so I got to go and collect the bombs and guns, meaning I could see her whenever we were running low on supplies.  She began noticing me more and more. She started smiling and waving at me.
One day, while I was there, she came over.
"Hi," she said "I'm Estelle Sylvia Pankhurst . And who may you be?"
"I'm Silvio Corio ." I said nervously.
"Well then, Silvio Corio it's very nice to meet you." she said, smiling as she stuck her hand out for me to shake. I nodded and shook her hand. She then turned and walked away without another word. I was awestruck. She was so powerful... And she was a woman!
Not trying to be sexist, I know that it was unusual for a woman to act like that back then, that's all.
Weeks past and gradually we got closer, we began sneakily kissing whenever no one was around or watching. It was forbidden for us to be together. I was just a milkman and she was a rich beautiful woman, set to marry a good-for-nothing  rich man.
Months past, the war was still heavily going on and we were still sneaking around. I knew that the next time I saw her, I was going to tell her... That... That... That I love her.
The next week, when I went to collect some supplies, however, she was no where to be seen.
"Excuse me, have any of you seen Estelle Sylvia?" I asked.
"She was injured. One of the bombs blew up. It wasn't finished and only had around a quarter of the gun powder it was supposed to have in though. Thankfully." I nodded in appreciation. She was hurt, I had to go to her. Now. But there was still a war going on, so for our countries sake, I had to get these supplies back to Sergeant Mccarthy. From the little time I had known Estelle Sylvia, I knew she was strong. She would survive this and I would see her very very soon.
A few days later:
I groggily woke up. Where was I? I frantically looked around and I realised I couldn't move my right arm... It was in a sling. I was in... In hospital? This was my chance to see Estelle Sylvia, make sure she's OK. I knew from now on, I would protect her... Forever.
Little did I know this visit would be very devastating.