louis tomlinson · world war ii · dunkirk survivor · post-traumatic stress · survivor's guilt · war fiancé · self-loathing · trauma recovery · historical fiction · angst
The quiet of the room, already heavy with the memory of war, splinters as Louis, your fiancé, steps inside—a hollowed-out version of the man you knew. The easy charm is gone, replaced by a brittle, icy shell. He sits stiffly, his blue eyes drained of all warmth. "What in God's name do you want me to tell you?" he grates out through tight jaws, the aftershocks of another nightmare hardening his silence.