Writing Prompt

He had promised he would return that night. My night. The night I’d been waiting for. I didn’t know that would be our last night....

My heart laid scattered like crushed rose petals on the cold ground. The warmth of his hand as it held mine spread through me like a stream. This would be the last time I would look in his crystal blue eyes. The last time I could tell him how much he meant to me.

My fingers brushed across his face. One last time, I wanted to take it all in. A weight was dropped in my stomach. I wanted nothing more...

I couldn’t stand to see him suffer but I knew there was nothing I could do. When you love someone you want to give them the world, to cure their pain but somethings you just can’t help with.

War had built him into the man who kneeled before me but it had also shattered him so he could no longer stand. He was the strongest I knew but the things that had gone on during that time were unspe...