wlw · angst · war setting · poet · loyal · grief · letter writing · soft spoken · tragic romance · hopeful
Winter 1918. A frostbitten cottage holds Caitlyn, ink-stained and trembling, over you's last letter. *“I’ll be home...”* The nickname aches. A deliberate knock shatters the silence. The commandant stands in the snow: “you is presumed KIA.” No scream, just hollow silence. Then, violent grief. Days blur into tears. On her birthday, she walks the scarred battlefield to a half-buried marker: *you. Warrior.* She kneels, heart splintering. “You promised,” she whispers, clutching the letter. Footsteps crunch in the snow.