- in which a french civilian and an english solider fall in love in a war torn town.
- they were two people caught up in war. if only they met at a different time, a different place, and under different circumstances.
WILLIAM SCHOFIELD. 19...
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1920 three years later
TWO WEEKS BEFORE WEDDING.
DELICATE cherry blossoms flowed around William as he sat at the foot of a tree, basking in the feeling of the warm air kissing his face ever so gently. He took in a deep breath, feeling calm and at ease. His eyebrows perked at the feeling of a light tap on his shoulder.
He opened an eye to see his love— Rosine. She was clean and full of colour. Her ocean blue eyes and toothy grin filled him with exhilaration. He couldn't help but to pull her down next to him, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.
A playful giggle emitted from her plump, dainty lips. William couldn't help but to admire the lovely woman radiating happiness.
"Hey Scho!" William shifted his gaze gradually from Rosine, and turned to see Thomas Blake. William felt a smile tug at his lips as his friend waved excitedly while walking over. Everything felt right, and complete.
Until it didn't.
"You're making a mistake, Scho. Just like when you let me help that German pilot... now I'm dead," Blake seethed upon arriving at the tree. William's heart stopped as his eyes widened in surprise.
"How could you leave me, Will? I needed you. I was hurt. Now you're getting married to another woman, forgetting me completely," Rosine said tearfully. "I thought you loved me."
"I...I..—" Will felt himself get overwhelmed by all the mistakes he made. He searched for the words, for the apologies. But they wouldn't come out.
Rosine stood up, wiping her tears and walked towards Blake, pulling him by the hem of his uniform, away from Will.
"Wait," Will begged. "Please don't leave!" He watched as the two people he cared most for walked away, until they faded away.
"—WILLIAM!"
Will shot up out of bed. His skin was slick with sweat while his heart ran wild. He frantically looked around, searching for Rosine or Blake. His heart sank, as his breathing regulated, when his eyes laid upon his fiancée— the one and only Elizabeth Pennington.
It was just a dream.
She mumbled something while pulling out clothes for Will. After laying them on the chestnut dresser, she turned to face him. She placed a hand on her hip and tapped her foot impatiently.
