I realise it's a really bad idea to start a new story given my ability to update on a regular basis. However, the idea popped into my head after I read a similar story and I can't get rid of it, so here it is. Let me know what you think.
You must remember this And when two lovers woo Moonlight and love songs It's still the same old story Moonlight and love songs You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
They still say, I love you
On this you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
On this you can deny
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
On this you can deny
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
Northern France, August 1918
Rose stared at herself in the tiny cracked mirror before her and sighed. It would have to do. The innocent beauty that had been admired by Philadelphia's society had faded somewhat. It was still present, no doubt about that. But you couldn't go through what she had been and not be affected. Running her hand over her face and pushing a stray curl behind her ear, she pushed herself from the sink and made her way to the infirmary.
She sighed as she surveyed the scene before her, so many young men, injured. Even more lost their lived so needlessly.
When America had joined what had been dubbed The Great War and her husband had been drafted she hadn't hesitated to sign up as a nurse, despite Andrew's reservations…she swallowed the lump forming in her throat and made her way to the nurse's desk.
"Hey Rose" Elizabeth greeted her handing her some charts "We've got some new admissions today" she said sighing.
"Did Doctor Johnson manage to save them all?"
Elizabeth nodded gathering her things and stepping out from behind the desk "All of them, it was a good day. Keep an eye on them during the night. Especially bed three, we haven't managed to get a name out of him yet"
Rose nodded and bid the older woman good night. She made her way along the beds, familiarising herself with their charts before she came across bed three. Inexplicably she felt the need to move closer, her heart beating faster. She frowned when she saw that his face was still covered in mud.
Filling a basin with hot water she gently began to wash his face and neck. As more of the dirt was washed from his face she began to get the feeling that she knew this man. She shook her head dismissing the thought. It couldn't possibly be. How many tall blond men must there be fighting in the War? Besides he had died. She had checked the lists and there hadn't been one mention of his names. She blinked back an onset of tears chastising herself for thinking of him. No good ever came from it, and she couldn't afford to fall apart now.
Clearing her throat she focused on the task at hand. God only knew how much the young man had suffered, the least he deserved was to be clean.
When she finally removed the dirt from his face, she took a step back on shaking legs and her hand flew to her mouth. Oh God, it couldn't be
There was no way.
Hesitantly she took a step forward. Her vision blurred by tears.
It was.
Oh my God.
Frantically she shook his shoulder, pleading with him to wake up. After what seemed like an eternity his eyelids opened and she found herself looking into a pair of familiar blue eyes. She let out a high-pitched shriek and fell to the floor as darkness engulfed her.
The first thing Jack was aware of was pain. Everywhere. And not the usual pain.
The next thing he was aware of was a woman shaking him awake. Painfully, with energy he didn't think he had he forced his eyes open.
His breath caught in his chest.
Rose…
Then she was gone.
Thoughts?