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x...Ghost Of You...x
By x...PrettyDamnOdd...x

 


x…Ghost Of You…x

Waiting. It was all she could do.

It was all anyone could do.

This war had a hold on everyone and it was suffocating them all.

London and the rest of Britain was completely run down and dead.

Yet she refused to die with it.

Not yet anyway.

She had to wait for him, she promised.

Her tears came almost as quick as her memories.

Some of bad times and some of good times, most were good.

But with her two brothers and her fianc? there couldn't be bad times.

There was no room for them before.

But now they had left her and there was all the room in the World.

She wiped her tears away and shook away her thoughts.

She would not stop believing in them, no matter how bad life is.

She poured herself a cup of tea and turned her radio onto a working channel.

The Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, was speaking.

She hated the man.

How dare he declare war and have her boys called up?

Just to fight.

Just to die.

Churchill was commenting on how the war would be over soon.

She was not buying it.

She had heard it all before.

His speeches about how we would win and how all the deaths would not be in vein, and everyone bought it.

She didn't care for all his words and promises, all she wanted was her boys.

She remembered each promise each of her boys made her keep.

One: To make a big feast when he returns. He loved her cooking.

Two: To never forget about him and write to him constantly.

Three: To never give up and to wait for him coming home, to love him forever.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knocking at the door.

She slowly stood up and answered it.

A boy stood there.

“Telegram for Miss Khan.” He said.

She took it and slowly opened it as the tears flooded her eyes and ran like rivers down her pale face.

We are quite sad to inform you of the recent passing away of one of our fine young men,

Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr…

The End x

Because we all know after loves unbearable death, life becomes… unworthy of living - Kia

 

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