From upon a poppy field...

One teenage girl. One teenage boy. They first set eyes on each other in 1914, July 28th, and begin to fall in love. But will an event, which changes history forever, tear them apart?


3. 26th July 1914~ Rose.

I was almost there.

As I reached the stores, there was a forest I had to pass through to get to the stores. As I started walking on the pathway, I gaze at the trees. They were Tall and loom over me like shadows and They moved like they were haunted by a thousand memories. I heard the whispers of the wind brushing against the dancing leaves. They dance like light faeries around a mushroom circle.

They are beautiful.

Two voices jolt me out of my trance. I turn around quickly to see 2 tall identical figures running their way towards me, bunching up their skirts and tripping over the rocky road.


They finally catch up to me.

"good morning Miss Rose..."

"good morning Miss Mary, Miss Elizabeth" I smile at them and they grin back at me. We start walking further down the road, my friends chattering away to me. I half take in their remarks. They do not usually say things of interest.

I suddenly remembered something.

"Elizabeth, Mary, don't you have milkmaid duty today?" Both sets of brown, cropped hair spin around to face me at once, both mouths form a perfect 'O'. 

"Well... ummm..uuh.." Mary stutters

"uhhhhh....MARY! You told me that we didn't have duty today!" Elizabeth gives Mary the famous 'Death Stare'. Even I feel the heat radiating from her. I step away from them, grinning.

"I'm sorry Rose, Mary and I require to get our job back!"

They give me a quick hug and bunch their skirts together and stumble along the pathway. I sigh to myself and continue walking.

*15 minutes later*

I reached the stores. I grab the wooden handle to the door, and step inside. I greet the store owner.

The store is tiny. The flowery wallpaper is peeling away from the walls, and the floorboards creak, like elderly shoes. I turn the corner and scan the walls for the bread. I notice it and I reach for the last loaf of bread.

A hand grabs it before I do.

I freeze and stare up at the owner of the hand. I stare up into startling green eyes, and messy blond hair. His face is tan and handsome. He is tall and is thickly built. His freckles are splashed over the bridge of his nose. He was...stunning.

I feel myself blushing brightly, which wasn't very pretty with my fiery hair. He hands me the bread.

"Take the bread. Such a beautiful Anwen deserves better bread, but It is all I can offer, along with a poppy, the colour not even worthy of your hair." He bows and smiles at me. I smile back at him.

He hands me a single, bright red poppy


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