Disclaimer: I do not own Anne of Green Gables.
The sun shone its golden rays down on the earth, and birds chirped merrily from their perches in the trees. As a young woman sat in Rainbow Valley, she thought that the world was almost the same as it had been before the war. Of course, the absence of a certain young man was a painful reminder that the world would never be the same again.
The woman's dark blue eyes were filled with the sorrow that she hid so often from the rest of the world. A sigh escaped her lips as she slowly stood. With a look back at the valley she began to make her way back toward the manse.
When she stepped through the door, it was obvious that no one was there. Not that Una cared much at the moment, she would rather be alone. It wasn't very often that she got a moment to actually be sad, since she tried to act like her normal self when others were around.
Slowly she trudged to her room and stared for a moment at her partially packed trunk on her bed and the new travel suit laid out on a chair ready for her departure tomorrow. With a sigh she all but collapsed on her bed, and she felt tears start to leak out of her eyes.
She wasn't entirely sure if the tears were caused by thinking of Walter, the prospect that she was going to leave Glen St. Mary, or both. For the first time since she found out about Walter's death, she let all of her emotions out, in a turrent of tears.
After a few moments of heartfelt sobbing, Una determindly lifted herself off the bed, and wiped the few remaining tears from her eyes. Now that she had let most of her saddness out, she felt that she ought to do her best to make the most of her life.
So she set about packing the rest of her things in the trunk and after packing several more articles of clothing, filling the trunk to the brim, she walked over to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and took out an old hat box. Carefully she lifted the top off of the box and after moving a few trinkets around, she pulled a folded piece of paper out.
Then she set the piece of paper on her bed and replaced the hat box. Picking up the piece of paper again, she sat down beside her trunk and unfolded the paper. Her eyes scanned the words of the all to familiar letter that she held in her hands.
When she had finished reading the letter, she kept reading over the last few lines again, and again, before she folded the letter back up and slipped it into one of the pockets inside her trunk. As she clasped her trunk closed a light was in her eyes that had not been there before. So often she almost forgot to keep faith, but whenever she read his letter, it always seemed a bit easier for her to do so.
The decision to take a course in Household Science also didn't seem as horrible as it had moments before she read the letter. It seemed that everything in life could be slightly better when Una reminded herself to keep faith, not only for Walter, but for her family and friends who wanted to see her happy, and even for the people who she could help as a nurse. A small smile graced Una's face for a moment, and she kept those thoughts with her through the rest of the day, and as she lay in her bed, they helped to sooth her to sleep.
The next day Una, her siblings, and the Blythes who were heading to Kingsport, were all standing at the train station. As the train pulled in there were many goodbyes, and hugs, which all passed in a blur, and the next thing Una knew, she was seated on the train and watching the landscape flash by.
As she stared out the window, Una wondered what would happen during her days at Kingsport. She could only hope she wouldn't be completely miserable there, but a small part of her dared to hope that she might actually like this new chapter in her life.
A/N: Walter Blythe suggested that I write a story about Una's life after WWI, and I really liked the idea, so here it is. I'll try to update this story every week, but I may not be able to, as my schedule can be rather hectic. As always, I would appreciate any reviews, but I would really appreciate constuctive criticism.