This is just my little idea of how Una would have taken the news of Walter's death in Courcellette - in my opinion, one of the saddest points in the entire series… so much so, that I cry every single time I read it. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to read the books - at least 'Rilla' - for quite some time, so my spelling of 'Courcellette' and the whole DIA thing could be messed up, so tell me if you find any mistakes you want me to correct. Read and review, please!
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Oh, God.
I never thought I could feel like this. I never thought that my heart could be ripped apart by a list. By one beautiful, haunting name on a list.
Walter Blythe - DIA.
Not the name… the anagram beside it. Dead in Action.
The tears came first. The disbelief. The denial… the anger. And now, nothing but the cold, clenched feeling in my stomach - the lump in my throat. Full Circle.
I weep again.
So long ago, now… nearly a week. Apparently Mrs. Blythe has taken it even worse than myself - she refuses to be seen. I don't know what I would do without Faith, and especially without Rilla.
Rilla came to see me today - she showed me a letter from him, written the night before… And I, being the selfish person I am, coveted her for it. I longed for the last words of Walter, my love. The only person I can ever conceive of loving.
The one who, maybe, in the end, loved me too.
And she, being the selfless, giving person that she is - she gave me it. I held it in my hands, and treasured it. I always will. I think she recognised my pain… and she did not pity me, but simply empathised.
Oh, God. Give me strength.
I'll never know now. I know he adored Faith, but did he ever feel anything but friendship for me? His last words… he knew my own emotions better than I knew them myself.
I hate not knowing. But, there is no one to blame but me… stupid, cowardly Una Meredith. If I had only asked…
Courcellette. Just some place in France… a place I can neither hate nor adore because while it took away my love, it now holds his heart in an unmarked grave. If I had only asked…
Oh, God.
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