In a wide street, the stones are wet and the wood of the old houses around you are falling apart. You take a deep breath in, taking in the sight above you. Finally, the war had ended and France smiled and sang again. Your lover, a man, a woman, volunteered for the war effort. They stood up straight and fought for the country as you stayed back to protect the people you grew up with.
Letters, so many letters were sent back and forth between the two of you and you held one in your hand as time ticked by. You cradle the paper to your chest as the lights of houses flickered off. And suddenly, the sound of footsteps come down the path. Someone is running towards you, trying not to slip on the wet stones of the path.
Your eyes widen, your lover grins and calls your name. You gasp, suddenly chocking over your emotions as you run towards your smiling lover. They pull you into their arms, dropping their bag to hold you close as if they never wanted to lose you. They kiss you, after so many days, weeks, years apart they kiss you as if you have never kissed each other before. You hold them tight, their letter in your hand as they toss you around happily.
The stars twinkle around you two as their pocket watch strikes midnight. And they ask you, "May I have this dance?" You accept their outstretched hand, letting them place a hand on your waist as the two of you start to move across the street in a slow dance. They kiss you one more time, then another and another. You bask in their kisses as the world finally gives them back to you.
You two dance into the night, together at last.
