Her Prayer-
Summary: She prays he finds what he wants. The thoughts of a young woman whom Hogan had loved. Short.
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I had loved him. I still do.
We were together yes, but he moved on as he had before. His love was genuine. It was, I know that. But he was a man of change. I was his lover during that time, which he needed a love like me. Then he moved on. He'd been with others before me. I knew this. He was that kind of man.
I'm on the train.
I see her in front of me. Young, beautiful, innocent, delicate, quiet. She spoke that she was going to meet a man that she had met a few weeks ago. They had been meeting at the hotel in Hammelburg a few days a week since they met.
She is in love. I know she is. I knew whom she was talking about as well. The description was of him.
I'd seen this before. How many times I had gone to meet him. I wasn't even sure of his real name. He said he was a German Captain, although I could pick up a hint of American accent from him. It was faint and a small slip up. He barely noticed. I knew he wasn't a German anyway. But I didn't care. We had been in love. He knew that I had my suspicions. It is hard to hide who you really are from someone whom you've loved for very long. He had eventually confessed this. He admitted it, yes, although he was vague about it. However he had never told me his real name. He was nervous that I would turn him in. I know that. I can understand that. I had made a promise to him that I would not. I confessed my never dying love to him. He smiled sadly. I knew he did not feel that same as I did. But my love put him at ease.
I'm listening to the girl. "You're very beautiful." I tell the girl before me.
I can tell she's embarrassed. She lowers her eyes to her lap. She had been talking of her love to me and yet we were complete strangers to one another.
She thanks me shyly.
"I'm sure he loves you very much, and appreciates your company." I tell her.
She looks up at me. She is confused at first, then smiles sweetly. She is young.
I look out my window. Yes, she is in love as I had been. I'd seen this before. It was the same for me when I went to meet him.
I pray he finds the girl of his dreams. I pray he finds a girl he will always want to be with. Perhaps her?
No. It isn't likely. And yet, I wish him all the happiness under the sun. He had hurt me when he left, that is true. And yet…
I look at the girl.
…I still wish him happiness.
When we parted he had said, "If the world won't change we would never reach happiness." I remember, he was looking me in the eyes.
He was right…
I still look to the girl before me. She is now quiet; thinking about her up coming meeting.
…but she… she could do it. She could be the one.
I close my eyes and pray.
I feel the train slowing.
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[AN] This was actually a dream I had. And it was Hogan that was referred to in the dream too. I thought I'd take a break from comedy and write this real quick. It's short I know. Hope you like it. This isn't usually my kind of writing, but I figure, 'why not? I have it in my head don't I?' Again I hope you liked it! Please R&R.
