1940

Dear Finn,

I hope you're alright. I know with the war and all going on, it's a shame really. The kids miss you a lot, they are always asking questions. John's getting into trouble a lot, I think he just misses you. Sometimes me and the kids go to the beach in Cornwall, Adelaide had us all go into the water, I didn't of corse, but nowhere is safe especially with all the bombings. We had to move to the country as well, we are currently with Ada. She insisted we stay with her. Do you remember all the good memories, if we had lots, but yeah do you remember. Remember when we met, Easton had died and I was panicking a lot and I hugged you randomly. Fun times wasn't it?

I always wonder when you're going to come back. All the women around me are getting telegraphs about their husbands passing, I haven't received one but I hope I never get one. I really miss this but I have to cut this short. I just got a knock on the door.

I love you,

Roseline Shelby.

I finished my letter breathing heavily before settling my pen down. I blew out my candle before going to the door. It was about 5 in the morning so everyone was asleep.

I opened the door peeking my head through the small gap. A man with a satchel handed me a letter. It must be from Finn. I smiled taking it and shut the door.

I walked back to the kitchen where my letter was, I opened the curtains letting the free sun shine through. I opened the letter and read it.

'Finn Shelby has fallen in the front line'

I swallowed heavily before collapsing to the ground.

I had received my telegraph.

I sobbed silently reminiscing all the times we were together. The time when we first said our I love yous or that other time at our wedding when Arthur was drunk out of his head and we made fun of him.Or that other time when we were fighting over you having snow. Or that time when I watched you go to war with the kids huddled around me. Or the time I first met you, I hugged you mourning a loss.

Those times I keep with me, to remind me of you. Along with all the pictures and sentimental objects.

This has been Lombardi, thank you for reading!!

Sorry for cutting this short, I randomly couldn't write and school work is increasing so I could t write as often as I used to. Very sorry. But thank you so much for 27k reads I'm very thankful.