Chapter One:

She walked behind him into the abandoned apartment in the outskirts of France. They were silent as they made their way to the bedroom. One night, she thought. Just one, tranquil night was all they had. He was pulling her along, holding her hand. They opened the bedroom door and walked to the bed. They laid down on the bed, holding one another, looking into the others eyes. It was their one night, they only get one, and that fact saddened them, but they were determined not to waste it.

"I want this war to be over," she whimpered.

"Shhh… it will be soon enough, don't worry," he said while rubbing a thumb across her cheek to wipe away a tear.

"It isn't fair that we only get one night. It isn't fair at all. We fight and fight and for what??!! One night!!" She was crying horribly now.

"Shhh… then let's enjoy it. There is nothing we can do except keep fighting. It's our only hope of ever being together." He hugged her tightly then kissed the top of the head. He then ran a hand down her hair, down her back and let it rest on her hip. He used her hip as leverage and pulled her as close to him as she could get. He took his other hand and lifted her chin so she was looking at him. She stopped crying. "We will be just fine, I promise you that." He kissed her softly on the nose then nibbled her bottom lip, waiting for her to respond. When she didn't he pulled back and looked at her. She just looked at him. Her brown eyes met his grey ones and silently she asked her question.

"Yes, I promise. Trust me."

She nodded and smiled slightly. She ran her hands through his long hair and let them rest on his neck. She pulled his face back down to hers and kissed him lightly, as if giving him a chance to back away. He didn't. He kissed her intensely and pulled her on top of him. His hands traveled all over her. Her back, her sides, her bum, her hips, everywhere. They needed this. After awhile he sat up and held her on his lap. He looked up at her and smiled. She loved his smile. She was sure she was the only person to ever see his smile. And it had been so long since she had seen it. Nearly five years ago. It seemed like a life time ago. Before they both got caught up in this ridicules war. She smiled back, kissing him again, that's when he started unbuttoning her shirt and she, his.

Later that night she woke up and gently unwrapped herself from his hold around her stomach. She stood at the edge of the bed and watched him sleep. He looked so much at peace. She summoned her clothes and got dressed while watching the street below through the window. She looked back at the figure in the bed. She was now sprawled out on his stomach since she was not occupying the space. The sheets had slid off his pale back and revealed bright scars in the moonlight that poured in through the window. And I thought I had it bad, she thought as she stared at the scars.

"I'll make things better for you I swear," she said as she opened the bedroom door. A single tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away fiercely, a determined expression settled itself on her face in its place.

"I love you, I will come back." And she left.