Rosalie's POV
England
A month later
Strains in my back woke me up in the morning, remembering where I was. I was lying on a bed in my new mansion walking distance away from my former house. Being married for a month had many challenges but overall, it wasn't as terrible as I thought it was going to be.
I heard Royce stir next to me that shook me. Ever since we got married, I did the best of my abilities to have more alone time. He didn't even bother trying to get me to "loosen my saddle" because he wasn't attracted to me. We despised each other for doing this to each other. One night when we were eating dinner, he complained about being married to me because he wanted to have me but I told him that I'll never belong to him. Luckily, he didn't ask for any more explanation.
He didn't even both to say anything as he crawled himself out of the bed, walking slowly out. Feeling absolutely nothing, I watched him exit the room as he closed the door behind him.
I groaned in my bed, closing my eyes to wish that this wasn't the life I was going to live for the rest of my life. Then something hit me hard, making my heart feel heavier than usual. I knew that it was going to happen but I didn't expect that the day would arrive so soon. Tears were developing in my eyes, making me sniffle.
Emmett was leaving today for the army.
Over the course of my new marriage, I've seen Emmett more than I saw my husband. There wasn't anything to complain about because in several ways, Emmett saved me from misery. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't feel anything at all but a soulless woman waiting for death to approach.
I glided my legs to the edge of the bed, sitting up like an elder with my shoulder slouched. I yawned, stretching my arms that felt tightened like a cat. I stood up, wobbling to my closet to grab a dress would wear for the occasion. I smiled when I found my egg white dress with flower patterns on it, remembering that it was Emmett's favorite dress. It was a spring dress I received from my parents during Christmas.
I placed it on and felt happier than I had been for weeks. I glanced at myself in the mirror, seeing a new woman. I found a hat that magically matched my dress, tying the ribbon underneath my jaw. I slipped on tan colored shoes, feeling the tightness around my toes.
I walked out my room, sliding my hands against the handrails. I walked out the door and before I knew it, I drove away thinking I never wanted to go back there again.
I made my way through the people assembled around the docks where the boat was about to sail off. It was where the army was transferring themselves the Germany for several torturous months. The months of anxiety and anticipation that I heard from my father were the worst. I couldn't visualize Emmett being brought to such an extent, but then again I couldn't imagine anywhere else but here in England. Here in England with me.
Emmett explained to me his route he was taking that would last for months. He was first going to France for a couple of months; then going to Poland for a year; and then Germany for a year. He told me that there was half a chance he would survive but he would try to live for me.
I searched for Emmett to see if he boarded onto the ship yet. I squinted, feeling the circles underneath my eyes burning from the lack of sleep I received. To such a feeling, it brought me back to a week before today. It was in Emmett's room…
Flashback: A week before
I sat on the bed, frowning as I was watching him pack for the army. His duffel bag was lying next to me, seeing his clothes scrappily folded inside it. He brought his last item of clothing and tried to squish everything inside the duffel bag. I heard him laugh, shaking his head at himself. I laughed, placing the duffel bag onto my lap. I started to organize his clothes by taking them out of the bag.
"So much for my efforts, " I heard him mumble.
I shot a grin, lifting up his camouflaged top of his uniform. "All that matters is you tried. Besides, I'm sure you'll get a lot of practice wherever you are."
Despite his frustration, he smiled. "I'm sure that'll turn into a hobby of mine. Folding clothes and packing them into my little duffel bag is probably the positive aspect I'll get while I'm there. Waiting for my death wouldn't fit properly, now would it?"
I gave him a disgusted look. "Please don't remind me of what might happen. It's hard enough to pack your clothes without sobbing."
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "You promise me you'll respond to my letters?"
"Of course, what else would I be doing? I'll try to sew a sweater so you won't be cold."
He smirked. "As much as I love the effort, I have plenty of clothes in my duffel bag." He walked to his closet to make sure grabbed everything while I remained still on the bed, feeling my heart pounding like tribal drums. He walked back to me with the gloves I made him when I was twelve. We both laughed at the memory we had when we decided to exchange gifts five years ago. He made me a wooden horse that I still kept on my nightstand.
"I know you do but I rather have something to do while you're gone."
He lifted up my left hand where my wedding ring was. "At least you're not alone."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh I am regardless. I wouldn't call Royce 'company' because he hardly talks to me."
"How are your parents?" he asked me casually, sensing that he didn't want to discuss more of Royce.
I snorted, leaping off the bed to grab more socks for him. "They couldn't have been more thrilled with the expenses and all. Royce's parents and mine often have tea and play croquet."
"Sounds interesting."
I walked out of the closet with five pairs in my hands. "Easy to say that if it was to be true." I placed them in his back, stuffing them carelessly. I zipped up his back and punched it for unexplainable reason. I heard a chuckle behind me, calming me down from the frustration I felt. I turned around to see that he was smiling at me.
He wrapped his arms around me, looking down at me. "I can't believe I don't get to see you for five months. How am I going to survive?"
"Through our letters, remember?" I reminded him.
He pressed his lips against mine. "I remembered because I don't know how I'll survive without them."
Flashback ended
I continued to search for Emmett, heaving sweat developing on the sides of my face from the heat. Wives of husbands who were going to war were sobbing with babies in their arms. Passionate kisses were exposed in front of my eyes that made me envied them.
I finally saw Emmett walking towards the docks with his uniform on and the strap of his duffel bag hung from his shoulder. He spotted me immediately, running towards me. He made way through the crowded faster than I did as somehow people made way for him. He embraced me, lifting me off the ground as twirling me around like I was a little kid. He kissed me, feeling his warm lips pressed against my sweaty neck. He placed me down, looking down at me like he usually does due to the difference of height. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his passionately.
"What about Royce?" He tried to talk through the kiss.
I stopped the kiss. "I don't care about him right now. Do you promise me that you'll be safe no matter what happens?"
He nodded. "Yes Ma'am."
I pressed my lips against his again. "I'll see you in five months." The horn of the ship honked for all of the soldiers to be on board. "I guess that's your cue to go." He froze in his spot, looking at me. I looked up to see soldiers were leaving but I didn't want Emmett to be way behind. "You probably need to go."
He kissed my forehead. He ran away from me towards the ramp where they were boarding soldiers. He walked to the captain, showing him the paper work for the army. I stood still, waiting next to people uncomfortably. Oh how was I going to survive without him? Through our letters remember? The words hurt me because a pice of paper was the only chance I would reach him. Paper can easily be destroyed like our passionate relationship.
I smiled when I saw Emmett on the boat. He found me out of the dozens of people watching the boat. He grinned. "I love you Rosalie!"
I beamed, laughing for the first time today. I waved at him, looking at him with adoration. He knew in my mind I was saying that I loved him too by the way his smile grew wider.
The ship sail off and numerous "good-byes" were said at that very moment. Emmett continued to look at me as I did to him. Minutes later, the ship was halfway across the ocean that I was unable to see his smiling face. I walked away from the people to isolate myself and cry so no one can hear me.
