12. 28th July 1914 ~ Edward
I woke up after a deep, embraced sleep. Flashes of yesterday breezed past into my mind. Sitting by Rose's bed, watching her first shaky steps in a whole day. Her stumbling into my arms, her grateful smile brightening my day and setting my heart alight. I lace my fingers into on hers. I couldn't imagine life without her.
I pull off my thin sheets as I clamber out of my bed. I descend down the wooden steps, the hard, cold nails digging into my skin. I ignore them as I see a piece of mail stuck in the door. I stumble across the hallway and I reach for the post and sit down in my kitchen table. I use my father's letter opener to tear open the post.
I notice the military insignia in the corner of the letter.
Shock takes over my head. I grip the edges of my oak table , my knuckle white against the dark. I feel faint and lightheaded. The world spins around me as I tug the piece of mail out of the envelope. My mind skips over the words. But I know what it is that letter.
I had been summoned to fight in the war.
The war I imagined would never occur.
I was going tomorrow.