I Love You, Estelle Sylvia 💟

Chapter 2

Estelle Sylvia's POV:
I absolutely hated this, I could no longer feel anything in my left leg. If only that bomb hadn't gone off! I imagined that Silvio was worried sick. Suddenly, I saw yet another injured soldier be brought in. I recognised him as soon as I got a property look at him... It was Silvio! Oh no! I really hope he's OK. I looked over and noticed that he was currently unconscious so I couldn't talk to him yet.
The next day :
I woke up to someone shaking me softly. I grumbled and opened my eyes slowly to be met with a gorgeous set of bright blue eyes.
"It's me." he said, I grinned.
"Silvio Corio." I said formally. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked.
"Well, Milady. I have to tell you something." he said, nervously messing with his hands.
"Oh do tell, kind sir." I giggled.
"You see, there is this girl. She is ever so rich. I really like her. We've been secretly dating ever since the war broke out. She's supposed to marry some rich person and I'm just a milkman. She's beautiful, inside and out. I want to tell her something I just don't know how. " he said.
" What do you want to tell her, Sir Silvio?" I asked, grinning.
" I want to tell her that... That... That I love her. " he blurted out. I was shocked. I grinned. I knew one thing. No matter how rich I was, a simple 'I love you' means more than money. I put my hands around his neck and pulled his dirty face to mine. I kissed him. As we kissed, I felt him smile against my lips. After we broke apart, I spoke.
"That girl you like wants to tell you something." I said, cheekily smiling.
"Oh, really. And what's that, you're highness?" he asked, a grin forming from ear to ear on his newly scarred face.
"She wants to tell you." I began. I waved him closer and whispered in his ear "I love you too. But she wants to know if you will protect her. " he chuckled.
"Forever?" I asked.
"Forever." he agreed and turned his head to kiss me again.
A few minutes later,  we suddenly heard a loud cough. Quickly, we jumped apart, frightened and looked up to see my mother standing at the end of my bed, her arms crossed, looking furiously from me to Silvio.
"Estelle Sylvia!? Who is this good for nothing boy!?" she cried walking closer.
"Mother, this is Silvio. Silvio, this is my wonderful mother." I said sweetly.
"Good heavens. What in earth was he doing on your face?" she asked.
"I had something on my nose, we think it was charcoal. He was helping me getting it off." I lied.
"Well, I forbid you both from seeing one another ever again. Especially since once the war is over, we have found a wonderful young gentleman that doesn't look as untidy as this boy. Honestly Estelle Sylvia, what in good heavens were you thinking!?" my mother said as she strutted back out of the hospital. I sighed. We had to be very careful now. I turned to look at Silvio and noticed his expression change to a sad and very disappointed look.
" What's the matter, Sir Silvio? " I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
" I guess this is it then. This is the end for us." he said sadly, looking at the floor. I was shocked, he assumed I would listen to what my mother said instead of fighting for what I love!
" Listen here, Silv's... I love you. I'm not about to give up just because my mother told me to!" he looked up at me, shocked.
"But... But... But..."
"But what? You expected me to listen to her because she's my mother and I'm supposed to do as I'm told and because I'm a woman?" I asked. He nodded and looked back down at the floor sheepishly. I sighed
"Silvio, look at me. Just because she forbade me from seeing you ever again does not mean I will give up. I love you and I'm never giving that up... Forever, remember? " I said and he smiled at me.
"Forever." he said.
"It just means we'll have to be more careful. I don't think either of us will be out of here any time soon... You have deep cuts all over your face and I have lost all feeling in my left leg." I explained and he nodded half happy and half unhappy. "Both of us would probably prefer not to loose anything else, so we need to be extremely secretive and very very careful." I continued and he nodded in agreement. I sighed contently. I just hoped this war would be over soon.
Late that night:
I kept tossing and turning as I tried to fall asleep. Silvio walked over groggily.
"Milady, would you like me to sing you a song?" he mumbled and I giggled as he sat down.
"Why yes, oh kind Sir." I replied, snuggling into him
He decided to sing 'Its a long way to Tipperary' and 'Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag' . He had the sweetest voice, like an angel's.
It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, To Picca-dilly,
Farewell, Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, and smile, smile, smile.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, and smile, smile, smile.
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, and smile, smile, smile.
I smiled contently and fell asleep in Silvio's arms. I slept the best I had since the war began. Nothing could possibly go wrong as long as we were together... Right?