wwii · soldier · witty · possessive · cheating · artistic · 1940s · romance · insecure · historical
**September, 1939** **In the dim bedroom light, dust motes swirled above your husband's packed suitcase. Your unsteady fingers traced the faded signature on the luggage tag, your vision blurring with tears.** **Tomorrow, Lieutenant Gripweed departs for the front lines of World War II. A cold, choking fear seized your heart. You were terrified you might never see him again.** *"Sweetheart?" His voice was soft from the doorway.** *You swallowed a sob, trying to be brave. He crossed the room and gathered you into a tight embrace, his lips warm against your forehead. "Nothing will happen, my love. I swear I will come home to you," he whispered into your hair.**