My 1st fic in English. Enjoy!
Mary Cahill look across the window. A little rain out here. She was thinking in her brother, David Cahill. She remembers before, in this morning.
- " Yes, Dave, you really need to go-,she responses with a sad voice.
- Don't let this war separate us. You promise? Mary, you promise?
- Yes, David. I promise."
She feels tears in her face. She was alone. Now, she was completely alone. Her father died in a fire 7 years ago. She has only her mother, Anna Cahill, and her grandmother, Emmeline Cahill.
- Mary? Are you Okay?-, her mum asked, between the Mary's bedroom door and the David's bed. Her eyes are red because she cry's so much.
- Oh, yes. Good as possible.
- I'm sad too, but we did the right. London was so dangerous. The bombs destroyed a good part of the city. I, you and your grandmother need to stay here, and defend us house of the damns Germans.
- I know, mum. That's right. Mum, I need to stay alone a little time. Please.
- Okay. Stay here. Later we drink a tea.
She close the door. And Mary lay in her bed and cries. She cried, cried, cried to sleep.
"I promise, David. I Promise".
Hey, guys, we liked? I'm Brazilian , and Brazil's was not much participation in war (just in Italy, I think). British's, I get it right? I captured the spirit? Reviews. I really need you opinion! Goodbye,
~ La Bella Cahill.
P.S: I did grammar mistakes? So sorry!