I want to play music in this story to portray the mood of each chapter. Some may have more than song. Look up We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn.
November 15, 1942
She sat by the window sill in her Long Island home. Staring. Just staring. Occasionally she would see a car drive by, kids on roller skates, or dogs run by. She was able to maintain a positive attitude up until that point. The date circled on the calendar in red, though, made her heart heavy. It was the first time she was not with him on this day since the first time they were together three years ago. After staring outside deep in thought for over an hour, she was only awaken from her trance when she heard the cry of a baby. Slowly, she walked up the stairs up to the baby's room. She could see her daughter standing and crying in her crib, holding her arms up as a sign that she wanted to get out. The mother picked up her 15-month old daughter and carried her downstairs. The child grabbed her mother's hair as she walked, which was still in a roller despite the fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon. Being the day that it was took a toll on her, both physically and emotionally.
3 months earlier...
The house was finally clean. The young couple had celebrated their child's first birthday the day before. Even though their daughter's birthday wasn't until the next week, they wanted to be able to share the moment when all of their family and friends could be there. Especially the young woman's husband. He was leaving that day. She didn't know when she would see him again.
"I think Paisley Sophia had a good first birthday," the young man stated. The previous day's events made him think back to the day his daughter was born. She was named after the type of pattern that his grandmother used to always wear on all of her clothes. He wanted to honor his late grandmother, but his wife did not want to name her first child 'Ethel.' So they chose the name Paisley, and they chose his grandmother's middle name as their child's middle name as well.
"If only she didn't cry when singing 'Happy Birthday,'" his wife answered, "but at least she enjoyed her cake."
"I'll say," her husband said, "so much that she felt the need to use it to paint her highchair with it, and her dress..."
"And her hands, and her face..." his wife continued. The couple then burst into laughter. It had really been a good day. They both cherished every moment. They had to, because it was one of the last that they would have together.
"I'm going to go change," the young man said.
"Ok. Take your time." The young woman took a seat at the window sill by the front door while her husband went upstairs to change. She thought about her wedding day that was just over three years ago. The pair had just graduated college in the woman's home state of Georgia. She wed in her childhood church, and then the two immediately moved back to his childhood home in Long Island because a job opportunity had opened for her husband there. She was a school teacher for over a year until she found out that she was pregnant. She put her career on hold to take care of her new family. Life was going perfect for her in her own little world until this happened. Why this? Why now? When everything in her world was going her way, he just had to received that letter.
He walked down the stairs, dressed in uniform. She had ironed it to perfection the day before. He looked handsome in front of her. She stood up and slowly walked towards him, wanting to save this moment. After a few seconds, however, she could not help herself and she ran into his arms. She wept heavily into his chest. In her 25 years of life, she was never the type of person to let her emotions get the best to her, even in front of her husband. She always tried to carry a positive attitude with her, and if she was sad or upset, she tried to keep it inside in front of others. This time, however, she could not help it. She just wanted him to be by her forever.
"Don't worry," her husband stated, "I'm going to get back home safely to you. I promise."
"I know you will," she managed to mutter between her tears. "I just want you by my side forever. I want to be in your arms for the rest of my life."
"I know. I want that, too." She looked into his ocean blue eyes, and him into her blue-green hazel. The two then embraced in a passionate kiss.
"You said goodbye to Paisley Sophia?" the woman asked.
"Yeah," the man answered. She finally let go and picked up his suitcase and handed it to her husband. He took it and walked towards the door.
"NO!" the woman exclaimed, running into her husbands arms once more. The two held each other for several more minutes before kissing once more.
"I'll be back soon," the young man said before walking out the door into the summer night's air. The young woman immediately ran to the window sill and watched her husband walk down the sidewalk. Even when he was out of sight, she kept staring. She stared for hours.
The young woman watched her daughter eat her cereal in her highchair, or rather, watched her play with it. The blonde, curly-haired little girl shared her father's ocean-blue eyes. It just reminded her further of her husband, and this depressed her this day. No matter what, her mind and heart were only focused on him that day.
"Weeeeek!" the woman's daughter shrieked, dropping her cup of milk on the floor.
"Come here, you." The young mother walked over to her daughter, cleaned her up, and held her. She stared out the kitchen window as she watched a bird sing. Perhaps she would feel normal tomorrow, at least normal given the circumstance, but for that day, she knew not much could cheer her up.
"Happy birthday...Riku..."
I was not planning on starting a new story, especially since a lot of my time is spent on Destiny and Dawn, but this thought came into my head on a whim, and I wanted to get it written down. Let me know what you think, and review if you think I should continue it :)
