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"Dawes—Molly, don't go!" I stare longingly at the woman I love as she turns her back and walks away from me, who knows how long for. It's all out now, I guess. All of the lies and deceit and careful avoidance of the subject. I've wanted to tell her for a while now about Lily and little Harry but as soon as I built up the courage she'd say something that would make me never want to hurt her.
I spot her burying her face in her hands and rub her head, s if it will help her clear her mind. All of this turmoil is my fault. If I'd made my position here clearer then maybe nothing would have happened. I came here to get away and give Lily a chance to sort affairs out back home. I came here to clear my mind and sort out my priorities. I didn't come here to have my life turned upside down. I didn't come here to have my heart thumping and my stomach turning every time the medic was in view. And I don't regret anything.
Molly is the best thing that's happened to me in my life. I've found love! Why does it have to be such a bloody secret? Why do we have to hide our feelings? Why did I have to hide my past? Well, that's what it is now. The past. I invited her for Christmas. The offer still stands.
Bloody Smurf. He was pussy-footing around, what was he talking about marriage? Now I realise I must have sounded to Molly like a complete imbecile lecturing Smurf about not taking personal life into the field when I'm hiding a relationship right under their noses. Every time we go on a mission I think less about the lads and more about her; how is she doing? Is she in danger? A multitude of questions fill my head when I should be alert and ready for anything.
Butterflies flutter in my tummy as I again realise that she knows and I don't have to pretend anymore. She knows I'm married and I'm not going to lie to myself and tell myself it went well. She found out in the wrong way, and I need to set it straight. I might as well tell her everything about Lily and little Harry.
I run after her. She's gone quite far down the road and it's quite a run to get there but damn this is important. I catch up with her, half expecting her to spout some cockney nonsense, but her face is icy cold. I can't detect any emotion on it.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay," I say tentatively, having to perform a half jog to keep up with her. I'm met with a stony silence, and wonder if things will ever return to some kind of normalcy.