The Battle of Time

Twirling Moon Light

Vibrant flowers enveloped me as I swirled in the flamboyant garden of Holbein Manor, located in the heart of Berlin. It was the beginning of September 1939, and I was invited to the banquet as an honorary guest thanks to my various achievements. The scents of sweet lavender, rose petals and carnations flood my senses as I stroll around the intricately paved paths in the garden. Bustling crowds of joyful people filled the hall of the manor, whilst the serenity of the garden drew me outside, far away from the distractions of conversation. I always appreciated nature, its beauty, its functionality, its harmonious structure. Everything is seemingly perfectly balanced, every plant and organism has its own job to fulfill for the benefit of overall peace. It all seems so ethereal, so divine... very much otherwordly. I could spend all my time in this garden, sealed away from the discord of the outside world and the chaos of society's destructive nature.

As I aimlessly wandered around the garden, I caught a glimpse of a man glaring out the window of the hall. He looked so lost and helpless, staring off into the distance across the garden. Suddenly, he looked at me and my heart seemed to cease in its existence. Time seemed like only a fictional construct, a figure of the mind able to be manipulated and stopped. A wave of uncertainty swiftly swept over me, I've never felt this way before... This weird sensation of desire, hope...

Love...

As I returned to my senses, the man was gone and the sensation dispersed. I was back to wandering around the garden, alone yet content in my current state. Gliding around the garden for a few savoured minutes more, I finally decided to venture into the hall and resume my social interactions with the other attendees of the banquet. I strolled towards the exquisite glass door, encrusted in delicate white wooden roses. Whilst scaling the delicate wooden details of the door frame, I noticed the man from the window once more. He looked stunning, his suit perfectly highlighting his proportional figure whilst defining his best features. Swishhh. The door suddenly swept open and my deputy manager pulled me inside.

"Oh my, oh my! Sophie dear, have you seen that absolutely gorgeous man?!" my co-worker exclaimed as she clutched onto my arm.

"Which one Natalie? There's many particularly handsome men within the premises" I reply smirking as she clutches onto my arm harder.

"Sophieeee, come on! That one!" she says in a quite annoyed tone as she motions towards the man I saw in the window.

Natalie has always been keen on finding me a man, it has become a hobby of hers at some point in time, way too far back to be able to recall. Her idea behind it has been, that if I find a guy I might finally be able to relax a bit and enjoy my life to the fullest, but I saw getting a partner like an enslavement. Stripping away my liberties and desires due to having to adapt to my partner's views... But this man... This man didn't seem to give me an impression of a basic, masculinity centred man at all...

"Nat... Do you by any chance know what that fine gentleman's name is?" I ask cautiously.

"Of course I do!!! Who doesn't?! He's the one and only Jarrett Farrier, commander of an RAF squadron" she replies, seemingly beeming with pride just at the thought of being in the same room as him.

"Ah, Jarrett Farrier. The famous Mr Farrier..." I mumble to myself as I stare at him intently.

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Hope you all enjoyed this second chapter!