I don't know, I felt like writing this.
Characters: Maka and Soul
Setting: AU- England 1943 during the Second World War
Brief synopsis: Maka is waiting for her husband Soul coming from the war, at christmas eve. However there is a telegram and a short message is sent, bringing the worst. "He has fallen". I couldn't think of a couple more suited. A take on from Thomas Hardy's poem "A wife in London". You should read his poem.
Darling it's been many years,
But I can still feel your warming presence by our roaring fireplace. The street lamps glimmer outside, the drips of condensation roll down, blurring the beauty of the night. The cracking knocks of the messenger still haunt me every night, until the brightening rays of dawn. I know it's silly of me, but my life seems colourless without you, and people don't seem to notice. Life runs by, but for me, time stays still. Summers warm and delightful, winters frightfully chilly, people can come and go but it will all stay the same to me.
Your broad figure, your handsome face. Your infectious laughter rings in my ears as I look out into the orange pools of daylight in the morning sky.
Do you remember last summer? When the wildflowers were up to out knees, the crickets chirping, and we laid side by side, where the bluebells grew. Do you remember your promise to me? That we would wed in early spring, my dress a heavenly white and your suit ebony black. You promised me children with bonny looks of yours and the charming intelligence of ours.
I know you said many times before, that time flows like a river, there is only one way. But is it so bad to wis r one more day with you, one more day to hold you, one more day to kiss you, one more day to say I love you?
It's our anniversary, I'm sure you remembered like before. Always surprising me with a passionate kiss upon my maiden lips, bouquets of fragrant roses and your melodious laughter about my cherry red cheeks. I buy roses for the occasion. As the beauty of the roses glower at me, my finger slips onto a thorn.
"A rose has it's thorns" they say. A single red droplet, perfectly in shape, and drops down to the pain uncannily reminds me of my heart. They short fateful massage that me my heart shatter, my hopes crush and my soul no longer live.
As I've said before,seasons can flourish and pass, people and come and go, but the only thing that stays the same, is that, I wish for one more day to be with you, and to say I love you. And to depart this life as husband and wife as we were meant to be.