She gazed upon his note, his familiar loopy handwriting echoing his words through her mind. "I've been in the war for two months now, Christmas is right around the corner. Stay safe. Love, Allistor." she could almost hear his welcoming accent, soft and gentle against her ear. "I'll always love you." She gazed wistfully at the note, wishing for his figure to appear and laugh, for him to say that he'll never leave her again, and that the months he had left her felt like years. But he never showed up and hugged her, or reassured her. A gentle tapping on the door reminded her where she was. She let a strangled sob escape her throat. A soothing man's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. "Ma'am... Are you okay in there?" She managed to collect herself and opened the door. She wished she didn't. She saw a boy, not quite a man, struggling to fit into his uniform, clearly issued by the army. "I regret to inform you..." She gasped, not quite believing the news. "Your husband died, giving up his life as a hero." She slammed the door and broke down in tears. She walked over to the letter and traced the signature, and dragged her finger up to the loopy word "Love". She would never forget that pattern.
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General FictionI'm practicing writing sad stuff and deaths and such. I might add more mature topics (i.e. rape, physical and verbal abuse, and so on.) Feel free to request or critique.
