In the quiet town of Verlaine, France, Claire sat at her desk, the ink of her
pen glistening in the dim light. It was the last letter she would write to her husband,
André, a soldier fighting on the front lines. Each day brought news of the war, and with
every passing moment, her hope dwindled.
As she penned her heartfelt words, memories of their laughter and dreams
echoed in her mind. She wrote about the blooming cherry trees in spring,
the scent of fresh bread from the baker down the street, and the whispers
of their future plans. Claire sealed the letter with a kiss, praying it
would reach him.
Days turned into weeks, and with each day, the weight of uncertainty grew heavier.
Then one afternoon, a young messenger arrived at her door, delivering a letter addressed
to her. Trembling, she opened it to find André's handwriting, assuring her of his love
and longing to return home.
But the letter contained a dark twist; it was dated weeks prior, and the final
line sent chills down her spine: "I fear I may not come back." With tears streaming
down her cheeks, Claire vowed to hold onto hope, keeping their love alive until he returned.
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