13. 28th July 1914 ~ Rose
Edward burst through the door in a panic.
I jump out of my bed, landing on my good foot, and hopped down the stairs. I couldn't see him until I looked down.
On the cold wooden floor, Edward was curled up by the wall, shivering and whispering 'it's not real. It's not real'. He was starting to freak me out. I didn't understand. What wasn't he telling me? I sit down gingerly, attempting not to put pressure on the bad foot, next to him and rest my head on his neck. He was warm. I whisper into his shoulder
"What's wrong? Tell me, Edward"
He turns to face me. I can see the pain in his eyes as he opens his mouth.
"The war has begun. They've declared war."
He turns away from me to stare blankly into the wall. That didn't make sense. Yes, it's a tragedy, and I understood that lot's of lives would be lost but he was looking like a dead man off to.......war.
He wasn't getting away from me. Never. But as I stare into his green eyes, I knew it would have to be.
He was going off to war.
The love of my life was going off to war.