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1915

"Ryan, over here!"

I ran over to where the head nurse was situated, standing over a man whose arm was open and shaking. I grabbed a cloth, placing it on the wound. "Should we -"

"Sterilize it? What kind of question is that?"

I grabbed the burning liquid, soaking the cloth on it and pressing it down, the man screaming at the contact. "I'm sorry," I apologized greatly.

"I can take it from here," the head nurse said, pushing me away.

I sighed, walking away.

It was a world war - the first one. It was 1915 and not the absolute greatest time to be alive.

"Nurse?"

I turned, looking down at one of the men in one of the many filled beds.

He was handsome with his silky blonde hair and light eyes, though one was swollen shut, purple all around. His face was soft and baby-like and I suspected he wasn't any older than twenty. And he sort of reminded me of...

"Uh, nurse?"

"Hm?" I walked closer, eyebrows raised.

"Could you get me some water, please?" he asked, the roughness in his voice now evident.

I nodded, moving very quickly to get water and bring it back to him, holding the back of his neck and tipping the cup to him, letting him drink. I smiled softly, setting the cup on the table next to him and walking away.

"Wait."

I turned around again, hands folded in front of me. "Yes?"

"Sit down."

I pulled up a chair, sitting down. "Do you need something?"

He sat up with great difficulty, smiling charmingly. "What's your name?"

"Anna."

He smiled. "Hi, Anna." He stuck out his hand. "Jack."

Jack.

The music was so unbelievably loud.

Never had I ever pictured myself this low on a ship, and never had I ever had this much fun.

Jack put his hand on my back, welcoming me. "Anna, you made it."

I smiled, glancing at Tommy beside me as we descended the stairs. "You can thank him for that."

Jack smiled widely, that youthful glow burning bright. "Rose is just over here," he said, leading me toward her.

I continued to smile at him. "She loves to dance, by the way."

"What?"

"She loves to dance," I repeated louder, now smirking. "Treat her well tonight, won't you?"

He nodded surely. "Always."

I stared at him, smiling a little. I quickly shook his hand when I realized his hand was out for too long. "Pleasure to meet you, Jack."

"You always want to be a nurse?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"You volunteer?"

I nodded again. "Yes."

"You got a fella in the war?"

I licked my lips, debating on what to say. "Yes."

He smiled, eyes sparkling. "Married?"

I nodded, finding myself smiling. "Yeah." I sighed, not able to help the words coming out of my mouth. "He was raised in Ireland and he's always wanted to go back, but we settled for England because I've always loved it." I looked around at the busy nurses before scooting closer. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Please." He nodded.

"I was aboard the Titanic."

His eyebrows raised. "You survived that?"

"Both my husband and I. Anyway, I boarded on the Titanic from England and I've been in love with it since." I leaned back in my chair. "Once the ship had sunk, we were going to New York, but Tommy and I decided to turn around, come back."

"What a mistake you made." Jack chuckled, gripping his side. "Now that the war's started."

I nodded, wetting a cold cloth. "It'll be over before you know it. Don't worry," I finished saying, placing the cloth on his burning forehead.

He sighed in a sort of relief. "Do you wish you had done things differently?"

I shook my head, very sure. "No."

He closed his eyes, a smile making way to his face. "I have a girl waiting for me at home."

I smiled too, leaning my chin on my hands. "What's she like?"

He smiled wider, eyes still closed. "Beautiful. Kind. Too good for me." He opened his eyes, turning toward me. "I'm gonna ask her to marry me on my leave. She always did look incredible in white."

I laughed softly, standing and adjusting the cloth on his forehead. "Get some rest."

"Anna," he said urgently, grabbing my wrist tightly, staring up into my eyes. "Thank you for everything."

I nodded, slowly taking my wrist away. "It was my pleasure, Jack."

His eyes closed and his mouth fell open and I was sure that he had been waiting to fall asleep for the whole year the war had been going on.

"Ryan, you can go now," Joanne said, nodding toward the door. "Your shift is over."

I nodded, walking toward the desk in the middle of the room, not touching the letter until I had wiped my hands on my apron, taking it off quickly after. Then I had slipped my coat on, tying it up and walking out.

I sighed, waiting as the bus stopped repeatedly. And then I looked down at the letter, deciding the open it. I did it delicately, careful not to rip the pages.

Dearest Anna,

I'm riding horses in Santa Monica. I'm being recognized on the streets, and my agent says my acting career is really taking off. In the past three years, I've been doing everything I told Jack I would.

I miss him everyday, Anna. I miss him all the time, but I know that I'm doing what I've always dreamed of, and for that I am proud.

Please write soon.

Much love,

Rose

"Anna!"

I folded the paper, placing it back in the letter as I jogged off the bus, saying a quick goodbye to Rudy the bus drive before running down the street, my heels clicking against the stone.

I came to my house, entering rather quickly, walking through the house, right past a framed photo of Tommy sitting atop the fireplace. I stopped, moving slowly back to look at the picture.

He was smirking and he was in uniform. He looked handsome, but there was no hiding the twirly hair under his cap.

I smiled, reaching out and running a finger along the picture, collecting little dust on the way.

"Handsome, huh?"

I turned around, smirking. "He's alright."

Tommy took one big step forward, wrapping me up in his arms and kissing me. When he pulled away, he was smiling down at me.

I had my arms still wrapped around my waist. "What?"

He shrugged. "Just happy to be home."

"For four days, Tommy," I mentioned sadly, holding him tighter.

Tommy hummed, kissing my cheek, hugging me and whispering into my ear, "It'll be over before you know it, love. Don't worry."

I sighed, running my hands over his back. "Rose sent a letter."

He kissed my head as he leaned away. "What'd it say?"

"She's riding horses in Santa Monica," I said, chuckling to myself. "She's living her life exactly how she wanted. She says she missed Jack, but she's well."

Tommy nodded. "Her acting?"

"It's going great," I said quickly, moving back to the topic of Jack. "I treated someone today who..." I paused, thinking back in my mind. "Looked just like Jack. And you'll never guess what his name was."

Tommy's eyebrows raised. "Jack?"

I nodded. "It was like it was him. It was the strangest thing."

Tommy smiled lightly, looking at me with sympathy. "I miss him too." He walked close to me again, sliding one arm around me. "And Anna?"

"Hm?"

He looked down at me. "I'm in love with ya. You know that, right?"

I smiled widely, nodding. "I'm well aware, Tommy."