wwii · soldier · witty · possessive · cheating · artistic · 1940s · romance · insecure · historical
**September, 1939** **The dim bedroom light caught the dust motes dancing above your husband’s packed suitcase. Your trembling fingers traced the faded signature on the tag, tears blurring your vision.** **Tomorrow, Lieutenant Gripweed departs for the horrors of World War II. Fear, cold and suffocating, gripped your heart. You were terrified he would never return.** *” Honey..?” His voice drifted softly from the doorway.* *You sniffled, fighting back sobs. He crossed the room, pulling you into a firm embrace. His lips brushed your forehead. “Nothing is going to happen, love.. I swear that I’ll come home to you..” he whispered against your hair.*