A Tale of Love and War

Rose Burton-Hall is the daughter of a rich English army commander. Her life is glittering until world war two hits Britain and her father and brothers are enlisted. While they are fighting Rose's life changes and she finds solace in Jack. Together they embrace the moto carpe diem; seize the day, and embark on a furious but secret love affair with consequences that mean that Rose's life can never return to how it used be.
After nearly four months the story is finally finished! Please bear with me the first few chapters I promise it does get better. Please let me know what you think, I haven't had any feedback and would really appreciate some! :) xxx

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16. All good things come to an end

Arriving back home on Sunday evening was definitely somewhat of a come-down from the weekend spent in London; although all we saw of London was that one hotel room. As well as an end to the most perfect weekend of my life, it also meant that we were days away from Jack's eighteenth birthday and his departure. Fear bubbled away inside me as the time we had left grew shorter and shorter. Before I knew it it was Thursday, one day to go, tears filled my eyes as I hugged him goodbye that evening. He saw them of course, and kissed them away as they leaked down my cheeks, I was so scared of him going, so scared that he would be killed just like father - because I had to accept that months on now there was almost no chance that he could still be alive. I hugged him hard, wanting never to let go, in the end he had to prise my fingers away from my his shirt. I tried to hide the panic in my eyes but of course I failed, Jack saw everything, I could hide nothing from him. He kissed my forehead and murmured "Don't worry, everything happens for the best." I wished so much for that to be true.
Friday came filled with every ounce of goodbye that I had dreaded so much. It felt like the end, no matter what Jack said and here I experienced quite the opposite to what I had felt with father. I had been convinced that father was alive despite all the odds yet here was Jack stood in front if me, healthy and fit, and all I could think was that this might be the last time I would see him like this. There was a birthday party for him down at the farm, he was popular in the village and everyone had brought something for the occasion; the butcher meat for the barbecue, the baker a birthday cake and the shop keeper eighteen candles. The day was glorious, the sun shined down and the whole village came. I felt oddly disconnected with everyone and not just because I was the rich girl who never mixed with the villagers - the war had changed all that, but because they were all smiling and enjoying what they perceived as a happy occasion, it was a birthday party after all, whereas I spent the whole afternoon trying desperately not to cry. I was thankful when the villagers began to head home because I didn't feel that I could keep up the act of pretending to find Mrs Beaton's many tales about her fifteen cats getting stuck up trees amusing much longer. Finally it was just Jack and I, left to wander back along the track. "The training centre sent me a letter this morning," he began slowly "I've already passed the fitness test and I've been part if the cadets since I was twelve so I've done all the training and they can't afford to waste time. I'm leaving on the ten o'clock train tomorrow morning." 
I gasped horrified and took a minute to recollect my thoughts, it was so rushed, so hurried. I'd known I was a matter of days but tomorrow! I could barely take it in and panicked trying to calm myself, I had to think of the important things, make the most of our remaining hours. "Let me come, to the station, say goodbye, properly." My voice would have been calm had it not been for the pleading tone breaking through slightly.
He nodded and said in a low voice "I'd like that."
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