Hi ! I've been asked if I planned to write a entire story in English and I didn't have a subject at that time. But now, thanks to SraEaton46 I can write.

The story is hers, I am just writing it ^^ I really hope you'll like it :)

CHAPTER 1 :

TOBIAS POV

"Tobias ! I need an explanation ! Why do you want to go there ? You came back 3 months ago." My wife, Tris cries.

I am packing my bag for my departure in 5 hours for Afghanistan. As a soldier I have to fight for my country, even if I could have said 'No', I didn't. I have to do this. But I have to leave my family behind me.

"Tris, I have to go. It's my duty and I can't stay here when they are fighting for our country" I argue.

"All right. It's your duty as a soldier but think of your duty as a father. Olaya can't keep growing up without a father. You will be gone for 15 months. You won't be here for her 4th birthday and you won't be here for her 5th birthday. And then, when you'll be back if you come back, you will leave again and guess what, you'll miss her 6th birthday." She finally screams.

Olaya is our three years old daughter. She will turn four in two months.

"She will be alright, you will..."

"I know, I'll be here for her instead of you" She spits.

I hate seeing her like that. Mad. Hurt. Feeling betrayed.

"Tris, please don't be mad. You know I love you"

"Stop with this ! You don't love me as much as you say. Do you know how I feel when I celebrate our wedding anniversary alone ? We got married almost 7 years ago and you were here only 3 times. I was alone 3 times and then, in 3 months I'll be alone again. I can't stand it anymore"

Her tears eventually slide on her cheeks, the storm in her eyes raging with fury.

I take a few steps towards her and when I lean in to kiss her, she places a hand between us and take a step back.

"Don't. I'll check on our daughter, to see if she needs my help" She leaves, wiping her eyes.

I put the rest of my items in my bag before I close it. I take my bag and put it next to the door. I decide to see Olaya before I have to leave. As I open the door, she is in her bed with her teddy bear in hand. She looks up when the floor cracks under my shoes. She looks up and I see the tears on her cheeks.

"Mommy say you leave"

I sit on her bed and take her in my arms. I rock her back and forth as she cries.

"Honey, it's okay. I'll be back as soon as possible"

"You promise ? You be here when I am 4 ?"

"No honey. I'll only be home when you'll be 5. But I promise to give you a present for your birthday"

"But I want you at home"

I slide my thumb on her cheeks and kiss her head.

"I know but it's my job. Mommy will be here for you and I'll send letters for you and mommy."

"I love you daddy."

"I love you too honey, so much"

I lay her on her bed and put the quilt on her. I kiss her forehead and she kisses my cheek.

"I promise I'll be home as soon as possible"

"You pinky promise ?" She holds out her hand and I hook my finger with her.

"I pinky promise. Goodnight honey"

She closes her eyes and I leave. I wipe the single tear which threaten to go before it actually slides on my cheek. I then go in the bedroom where Tris is laying on her side, her back facing me. Her shoulders shake and hear her crying.

It's totally heartbreaking to see her like this.

"Tris, you know I have to"

"Do what you want. You had a choice between your family and your work and you chose your work. But don't expect me to be here when you'll be back."

My heart breaks at this and she is the only person who could put the pieces together but instead, she crushes them even more.

"The divorce papers will be on the table at your return. You're lucky I am saying it now."

Divorce ? No, I can't loose her. I can't loose her and I can't loose Olaya. I walk to her side of the bed and squat next to her.

"Tris, you-you can't say that."

She sits up and glares at me through her tears. My vision is blurry because I for sure am crying.

"You can't leave me alone without you and her. I love you too m.."

That is the moment when she slapped me. We are together since we were both 18 so 9 years and it's the first she slaps me.

"Don't you dare say you love me, because you don't know what love is. You chose war over us so I choose happiness over you. I'd rather have my daughter without a father instead of a father whose never here."

"You can't take her from me, it isn't fair and-and..." I plead but I know it's useless.

"During war nobody plays fair. Now go, you don't want to miss your plane, don't you ?"

She stands up and walks in the bathroom before locking the door. I look back at the bed and the necklace I gave her for our 1 wedding anniversary lays on it. I take it and slide it in my pocket. I walk to the door and say 'I love you' one more time.

I leave the house as a thief, the night fell and the stars are shining in the dark sky. I walk to the airport, it isn't far, only 30 minutes by foot.

I didn't cry when I entered the airport.

I didn't cry when I saw all the family saying 'goodbye' and the wives saying 'I love you' to their husband.

I didn't cry when we sat on the plane.

No, I cried when the plane took off and I realized that now, Tris wouldn't be here for me anymore.

I had really good memories in a plane. This is where I met Tris 9 years earlier.

Flashback:

I hate planes, I hate planes, I hate planes, I hate planes...

I am claustrophobic and afraid of heights and I have to go on this thing by myself. My mother will be driving with my father to our new house in our new town in three days. During three days, I'll stay at this hotel not far from the house and wait for them to come. Why didn't I drive with them ? They are moving stuffs with the car and there isn't any room for me.

My grip on the armrest is so tight, my knuckles are white and the plane didn't even move. I am panicking !

Suddenly, I am pushed on my right into the empty seat next to me.

"I am so sorry. Someone pushed me and I fell on you. I am so so sorry" I look at the owner of the voice and see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

Her long blond hair fall gracefully on her shoulders,her grey-blue eyes are wide and she bites her lower-lip, maybe an habit she has when she's nervous.

"It's okay" I respond with a smile and she smiles back.

She looks at her plane ticket then her eyes fall on the seat number. She blushes before speaking again.

"Excuse me, I am sitting next to you." My smiles widens and I get up to let her pass.

It's only then I notice how short she is. She is so cute...wait, what ?

She sits and puts her bag between her legs and then releases a sigh.

"Are you alright ?" I can't stop myself but I have to ask her.

"Yeah, I am just tired. I spend two weeks working for my exam at my grandparents' house to have some peace. I barely slept during those weeks, thanks to their neighbor who love his motocyrcle especially at 6 am, and then there was my grandmother who..." She rumbles on what happened but I can't find it boring. I love to hear her talk.

Alright Tobias. Back to earth, you met this girl 15 minutes ago. She must realize she was non stop talking because she apologizes.

"I am sorry, you don't care. I am tired and when I am tired, I speak a lot"

"It's okay. I don't mind . You were saying, your grandmother ?"

She looks at me as if I grew a second head and I feel nervous.

"What ?"

"You-you listenned to me ?"

"Well, yeah ?" I am really unusure of what to say. Will she think I am creepy ?

She is about to add something when the plane starts moving. My eyes widens and my hand grips the armrest again. I see her glancing at me but I can't move my head. As the plane gains speed, my breathing increases but then a hand lands on mine and caresses it. I look at them and of course the hand belongs to her.

When the plane is in the air, I release a breath and she takes her hand off mine but I reach for it and place it again on mine.

"It helps" I whisper to her and she continues to draw circles on the back of it.

I feel myself being more calm, she really helped me. I look at her and she is looking outside.

"Thank you" I say.

She turns her head and smile.

"Anytime"

Luckily, she doesn't remove her hand. We stay in silence, a confortable one.

"My name is Tobias" I eventually say and she laughs at the unexpected information.

"Beatrice but I prefer to be called Tris"

After another confortable silence I look at her.

"So... your grandmother ?"

She laughs again and begins to explain every single thing she did during two weeks and I found myself captivated by her.

End of flashback

And when I think of it now, I regret.

Why did I accept to go there ? I don't know.

Why did I decide to leave my family ? I don't know.

Will I have a chance to get her back ? I don't know.

Do I love her more than anything ? Yes, yes I do.

And this time Tobias, you're alone.

I really want to know what you think of it :)

I don't know when I'll be able to write the second chapter because I am working on another story in french :) but I promise I'll write it as soon as possible.