AN : Hey, this is the first time I am writing a fiction. I know I will screw up many times. Please be patient with me..Here you go...
Prologue:
It has not been a long time since Edward, my husband came back from the war. The war had ended a long time ago but my husband along with some of his companions were held prisoners for a very long time. I don't know what kind of extreme torture was inflicted on him, what pain he went through.
I love my husband dearly from the roots of my soul. He had to go away on the night of our wedding to serve the country. We know very little about each other. At this stage living together in a house is difficult for us. We were practically strangers when he returned from the prison which I refer to as hell. Almost a month has passed and we have got into a daily routine.
Still our conversations are limited to weather and grocery. There is very rare occasion when we talk about our feelings. He has cut off all his emotions and locked his feelings away, building huge protective walls around him. No one is able to get past these walls. Neither his friends nor his family.
I respect his boundaries because deep down I know that he loves everyone around him and cares for them. He is just too scared to open up. I wish someday he would open up. I hope for that day to come soon. Seeing him like this is killing me.
So how was it? Shall I continue or is it too boring? Please be honest your opinion matters..