Ilomilo

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We were separated.
Me and him.
He was across the world from me, fighting a war he might never come back from.
We were going to get married two weeks ago, when he was supposed to come home. But he didn't. He's lost somewhere oversea.
I've already lost so many people I love...I can't lose another one.
Every night, when I lie awake thinking about all the friends I've already had to bury, I always think this, imagining he can hear me;
Where did you go? Please come home, I don't want to be lonely. I know I was considerate, and let you feel like you rescued me. But all I've ever wanted to do was protect you, and now I might never get to.

A/N this one was extremely hard to do, as Ilomilo is possibly my favourite Billie song (although I love all her music) it was hard to write a story for this song that I was satisfied with, and I probably never will be.

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