Love Everlasting

Evangelina never believed in everlasting love.

She knew little of her father, a man her mother refused to talk about. And while she watched her friends parents live out their happily ever afters, she went home every night to a new man her mother thought might be the one.

None ever were.

So when Evangelina discovered a letter, discreetly tucked behind her fathers lone portrait, she didn’t hesitate to read it.

She knew her father was a soldier. It was evident by the uniform her wore in the picture, and the troops of soldiers marching behind him. His eyes squinted as he looked towards the camera hastily. Her mother was a blur, barely making the frame and her father seemed to stifle a laugh at that moment in time.

What was it worth, if two people in love could be so easily shattered by death.

She unfolded the note and began reading, careful not to wake her sleeping mother.

𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŠπš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπš˜πš’πš—πš πš—πš˜πš , π™Ήπšžπš•πš’πšŠπš—. 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš’πš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš•πšŠπš’πš’πš—πš πš’πš— πš‹πšŽπš, πš‘πš˜πš•πšπš’πš—πš 𝚊 πšŒπšŠπš—πšπš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš™πšŽπš›. 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš’πš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšœπš–πš’πš•πš’πš—πš, πš˜πš› πšπš›πš˜πš πš—πš’πš—πš, πš˜πš› πšœπšŒπš˜πš πš•πš’πš—πš πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πš’πšœ πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš’πš•πš•πšŽπšπš’πš‹πš•πšŽ. 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš–πš’πšœπšœ πš–πšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πšπš’πšŽπš›πšŒπšŽπš•πš’ 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 πš–πš’πšœπšœ 𝚒𝚘𝚞. π™Έπšβ€™πšœ πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— 𝚝𝚠𝚘 πš–πš˜πš—πšπš‘πšœ πšœπš’πš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš›πš˜πšπšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš”. 𝙸 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš’πšβ€™πšœ πš πšŠπš›, πšŠπš—πš πš–πš’ πšœπš’πš•πš•πš’ πš•πšŽπšπšπšŽπš›πšœ πšŠπš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πšŽπšŠπšœπš 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš˜πš›πš›πš’πšŽπšœ. π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πš–πš’πšœπšœ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš— 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπšπš–πš’πš. π™Έπšβ€™πšœ 𝚘𝚍𝚍, πš‘πš˜πš  𝚠𝚎 πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš˜πšžπš› 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜 πšπš’πšπš‘πšπš’πš—πš. 𝙸 πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽ, πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš“πšžπšœπš πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšžπš—πšπšŽπš›πšœπšπšŠπš—πš πš πš‘πš’ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŽπš—πš•πš’πšœπšπšŽπš. π™½πš˜πš  𝙸 πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πš πš’πšœπš‘ 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πšπš‘πš˜πšœπšŽ πš‘πš˜πšžπš›πšœ, πšœπš™πšŽπš—πšπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš– πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš›πš–πšœ πš’πš—πšœπšπšŽπšŠπš. π™Ώπš•πšŽπšŠπšœπšŽ πš πš›πš’πšπšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš”, πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš’πš πš’πšβ€™πšœ 𝚊 πšœπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπšŽ πšπšŠπš•πš”πš’πš—πš πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŽπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›, πš˜πš› πšπšžπš•πš• πšœπš–πšŠπš•πš• πšπšŠπš•πš” πš’πš˜πšžβ€™πšŸπšŽ πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšŒπšŠπš›πšŽπš πšπš˜πš›. π™΄πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš–πš’πš—πšžπšπšŽ, πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš‘πš˜πšžπš›, πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ 𝚍𝚊𝚒, 𝙸 πš‘πš˜πš•πš πš˜πš— 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš•πš’πšŸπšŽπš› 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš›πšŽ πš πšŽπš•πš•. π™±πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš—β€™πš πšπšŠπš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πš’πš—πš” 𝚘𝚏 πšŠπš—πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŽπš•πšœπšŽ. π™Ώπš•πšŽπšŠπšœπšŽ πš πš›πš’πšπšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš”, πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ. 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš—πšŽπš πšœ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‹πšŽ πšπšŽπš•πš’πšπš‘πšπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›.

𝙿.πš‚: π™Όπš›. π™΅πš’πšŒπš”πš•πšŽ πšπš˜πš•πš πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŽπš•πš• 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‘πšŽ πš πš’πš•πš• πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπšŠπš πš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš—β€™πš πš›πšŽπšœπš™πš˜πš—πš. π™·πš’πšœ πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ, πš—πš˜πš πš–πš’πš—πšŽ.

Evangelina put the letter down, suddenly aware of her damp cheeks. By the time this was written, he was likely gone.

And though Evangelina’s heart broke once again for her parents, she began understanding; life may not be everlasting, but love is. She could tell by the way her mother smiled at his portrait when she walked passed it. By the way she cried when reading the letter, thinking no one was watching. But Evangelina had. And now that she read it, her understanding of her mother grew much deeper.

Her love had never dwindled. Just shadowed by grief that no one helped her get over. And Evangelina would make sure her mother got the closure she needed for fifteen years.

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