New Beginnings
Hi! Hope you are all well! Um, this is the first our girl fic I've written- i was going to write more, but then I realised it was 6 AM and, ya know, sleep is pretty useful every now and then... So apologies it's so short, thought hopefully I'll be writing a load of longer chapters in the future to compromise! Anyway, i realise this is only very short, but I'd absolutely adore a review- they really do make my day!
~Daisy
As he limped down the street, glancing up at the houses that towered over the green as he went, his mind began to wonder. In fact, it began to pace, repeating the same moments in his head over and over, questioning whether Molly was going to turn up at all. Consciously concentrating on his inner monologue, as those bloody psychologists keep telling him to do, he told himself to shut the fuck up. And it worked, for a while. Now letting his gaze rest on the pavement, he distracted himself by trying to fit his plastic foot thing- as Tommy called it- in the gaps between cracks of stone, the sort of thing Tommy would always do.
He grabbed the rail as he stumbled slightly down the stairs to the restaurant, regaining his balance as he walked through the thick cobblestone archway. He looked up at the typical fucking British grey skies and just hoped for a moment. He hoped that shit would sort itself out. Sitting down after being directed to the table by a waiter, he finally succumbed to all the emotions that had been building up within him. For a moment too long, he let his eyes collapse shut- and for that instant it was all back, all happening again, the war, the pain, the anger, and the love.
It was her, it was always her. He felt his stomach plummet and his eyelids snapped open. In a desperate attempt to control himself, he clutched on to the menu. Then restlessly began to strum his fingers on it- strangely an action that always reminded him of his father, back in the days of bedtime stories, when he was to young to read himself, his father would read to him, and strum his fingers on the hardback covers of the books as he did so. He wasn't there to read Tommy stories at bedtime.
Then she walked in. It was Molly. His face lit up. And so did hers.
Thanks so much for reading this! I'd love you to bits if you wrote me a review! Cheers!
~Daisy