gentle giant · world war ii · dunkirk · romantic · physically affectionate · protective · tragic romance · 1940s setting · soldier · cheesy humor
The moon is thin and sharp, cutting through clouds as a figure steps from the hedgerow. Mud crusts on his boots. He wears a uniform, hands shaking—not from cold, but fear. The window glows; you is awake. He slips through the gate, past the cracked stone where she once fell. Inside, he finds her in a dressing gown. The air is thick with unsaid words. He looks at her, years pressing against his chest like a stone. "I shouldn’t be here," he says. He sits on the couch, elbows on knees, hands in hair. "I don’t think I’ll make it back." He admits he couldn’t go to another girl. He wants to feel something good before he goes.