In this story, Ian moved to Boston with the Cahills after the end of the clue hunt. He and Amy started dating when they were fifteen, and now they are eighteen, still dating. America is still in the war, but they are at a great need for more soldiers. Unfortunately, the USA needs to start drafting people for the war. Because Ian is at a draftible age, well.. You'll see.
His worst fears were realized as he reread the paper in his hands for the fourth time. His hands turned clammy and a drop of sweat rolled down his nose. This couldn't be happening. No.
As Ian stared in horror at the letter in his hands, his whole world shattered around him. He was getting drafted for the army.
Not only was he going to have to fight in the army, but he was also going to have to be ripped apart from his life as he knew it- his sister, Dan, and, most importantly, Amy.
Oh, Amy. Sweet Amy.
Not only did this hurt for Ian, but this must KILL Amy as well. How was he possibly supposed to tell her?
Immediately, he sat down and grabbed a pen and paper. Amy had always loved it when he had written her poems. It was how they started their relationship, even. So, what better way to end it? He didn't want it to end, but who knew how long he would be away! Or worse, what if he never even came back?
His hand started carefully looping his letters down, crafting his heartbreak onto paper. When he was finished, he left it on Amy's bed on top of his drafting letter.
With that, he left.
When Amy came home from the library that day, we put her books down on her bed and noticed something next to them.
"What's this?" She asked herself out loud.
She picked it up and started reading.
There was once a time when I called you mine.
The air was colder, and smelled strongly of pine,
Though as long as I had you, everything was fine.
Those were the days when I called you mine.
We joked, we laughed, we touched, we kissed,
Those simple actions I could not resist.
Those were the days that I will miss.
That turned my life from nothing to bliss.
The gentle way I brushed your hand,
To our joyous fun in the sand.
There was nothing quite as grand,
As spending time together while we tanned.
Alas, it must come to an end.
We must go back to being only friends.
It was you who I always depend.
And now you who I must commend.
Thank you for the three lovely years.
You had me always grinning ear to ear.
It's you who I love so dear,
Even more than my cashmere.
Amy. You stole my heart.
I can't bare to be apart.
But how to say this- I can't start.
If only you knew this was smart.
I'm sorry but I must leave you.
This hurts so much, if only you knew.
I adore and cherish you, greatly, too.
I went from loving down to a saddened blue.
But duty calls, and I must leave today.
I couldn't bare to tell you any other way.
But in this poem I will say,
You are the ultimate price I pay.
Farewell, Sweet Amy, love.
You are like a fine, white dove.
You were a gift from God above,
The only one I could ever dream of.
There once was a time when I called you mine.
Back when the air was cold and smelled of pine.
But how can everything be fine?
Since these are the days I can't call you mine.
With dearest love,
-Ian
Amy was slightly confused when she finished the poem. She understood that Ian was breaking up with her. But, why? Where was he going? She didn't get it at all.
She noticed another paper sticking out from underneath it and quickly perused it. Ian was getting drafted.
Her heart skipped a beat as she let out a tear, crumbling onto her bed in defeat. The papers fell out of her hand, and she was left feeling completely and utterly alone.
Alone.