Way Out
World War II au Because love is strongest during war
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The love story of two different people, who would have fallen in love in any other life they could have had
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Prologue: An introduction of sorts
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The best love stories are the ones that have been forgotten.
There have been love stories that have ended tragically in our long period of history, and love stories that have ended with what we call a 'happy ending'. But what of the love stories we have not heard? The ones that have been forgotten, pushed aside, and left to disappear and never to be heard? Where do they go? Do they just disappear from history all together, as if the love that had occurred had never really happened at all?
But love never dies, and neither do stories. (But I'm sure you know this already.)
Pardon me for the cliché beginning, but this is the story of two people. (Obvious enough, yes?) They met, fell in love, and lived happily ever after.
Yeah, right. Love never works that way.
These two people did meet, and they did fall in love, but it did not happen as easily as you might think, for these two people fell in love during a war.
Lucky them, eh?
Of all the times in history they could have met, it was probably one of the worst times they could have been a part of.
But, you know, they would have fallen in love anyway.
It has nothing to do with fate, or a red string, or Cupid, or any of that rubbish. It has to do with them.
They fell in love out of their own accord.
No matter what life they could have been born into, no matter what period in history, those two would have found each other either way, and fallen in love eventually.
Two destined hearts. (Please excuse the cliché wording.)
He could have been a redcoat, and she could have been a supporter of independence, and they would still have fallen in love.
But, in every life, they never did get their happy ending. (And that's a shame isn't? When the story finally seems to be going in the lovers' favor, and then the two both die at the end? And no one gets their happy ending?)
Sadly, it happens in this story as well.
Every. Single. Story.
Because since when did life give happy endings for free?
This story takes place in World War II, in one of the rare lives they had that had them both on the same side.
They both died at the end. (Wasn't it obvious? Were you expecting anything different?) But won't you still enjoy the story while it lasts? It's like Romeo and Juliet, where you know the ending, but still wish for the best as you go through it anyway. Or Titanic, where you know he dies eventually, but still cry when you see it.
Their story is like that; where you know the ending, but still go through with it anyway.
Walk through the story with me, and don't look away.
Those two deserve someone to hear their story all the way through, and I know I've heard it more times than I care to mention.
It started in 1939.
a.n. Dedicated to Pencil-chan. I hope this story eventually makes up for me ditching your contest.