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Chapter 20: To relive this moment forever

مؤلف: A S Watson
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-02-05 19:14:08

If I could, I’d happily be adopted into this family, to be giving delicious foods daily, wake up to the smell of fresh breads every morning and be surrounded by lavender fields and friendly neighbours, this was the dream. Out of all the places I’ve visited with Marcel, this tops them all off, I could draw the sun rises and sunset here for the rest of my life, the landscape, buildings and views were breathtaking. This is the epitome of heaven and where I’d request to go once I die.

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  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 43: family of three

    “He is beautiful” Carlo says through chocked sobs, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a loving hold, Nora sneaks away quietly to her own house, probably feeling a little intrusive of our moment, I give her a smile as she leaves and winks back at me.We leave the room so to let baby Carlo rest and head downstairs. I make us both some tea and we sit together on the sofa, asking about everything and anything, bits left out of my sketchbook/diary, the birth of Carlo, living with Nora and Joel and lots more, while Carlo also told me about everything that had happened with him in more detail.Our tea cups refilled two more times, realising that we would not be able to fill each other in on every little thing in only one night, we decide to just rest. “Are you sure you’re ok with me staying here tonight?” He asked me, I wasn’t too sure how to respond. “Carlo, this is your home as well you do know? You don’t need to ask me anything” I say, wanting him to know and understand th

  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 42: little family

    Carlo talks in detail to me of all the things he has seen, done and endured, the tired look in his eyes and the overgrown stubble around his perfectly chiselled jaw, telling me of the endeavours he has encountered and time that has drawn weary on his face. My eyes filling with tears, the things he has had to endure and to be able to get to me here. I tell him the things I’d done to try and get to him but it seemed he knew most of my moves due to my sketchbook that Lisa had salvaged from the bombed hospital. “Your sketch book moved me. I really think you should publish it, there’s so many stories of the soilders that lost their lives, and their families would probably be so grateful to see your drawings and the things they’d said, messages for their loved one.” Carlo says, my face flushed pink. I must admit it would be quite a good idea, I know that if it were me, I’d definitely want to hear what had happened to my children or family out fighting a war. Carlo tells me about how he m

  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 41: my hunger for you

    I can just about see the glistening waters of the lake from above the hillside where I stand. My feet take me down, towards the pool of hope. The moon hanging low over the lake, casting a silvery glow that dances on the waters surface. I had been wandering for what felt like an eternity, and I wasn’t even sure if what I was searching for, I would find.My mind a hazy fog but the moment I caught sight of her, my heart stuttered. She was sat there on the grass with her knees bent, leaning over to sketch, her long blond waves cascading over her shoulders, glowing like spun gold in the moonlight, she was just as I had imagined, an angel like figure.I froze, captivated. My breath caught in my throat, it was as if the universe had shifted to reveal the one thing I had been searching for.With each step I took, fragments of memories began to resurface, a soft laugh, the warmth of her touch, moments we shared that felt so distant yet achingly familiar. I reach out, my fingers brushing aga

  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 40: where are you?

    I make my way through the quiet town, the sky now dark, peoples lights switched on in their homes, releasing a soft warm glow. As I get to the edge of the buildings, the path carry’s on down the hill, fields stretch at either side, my vision becomes less visible from lack of lighting, but with just enough glow from the moon, I can make my way towards the pond where I used to visit often with Carlo. I sit on the bare ground, running my fingers through the fresh new grass, a little moist from the evening air. The thought of warmer weather coming reminding me of all the moments spent with him. The heaviness of solitude around me like a dense cloak. Vibrant blooms of spring surrounding me, even in the darkness, their colours burst with life, their beauty only deepening the emptiness I feel inside. The world was waking up yet I remained trapped in the stillness of grief, haunted by memories of him, my lover, my anchor.I watch the water ripple gently, reflecting the sparkling stars ab

  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 39: war is over

    I don’t need an alarm to get me up, the light coming in from outside was loud enough to know it was time to get moving. Bruce still asleep as usual. I get him up as soon as I’m awake so to not delay, he wakes up eventually but it takes him a while, tossing and turning, making grumbling sounds, “we’ve been here for over a week now, and we’ve barely left the hotel, how can you still be tired” I say to him as he opens one eye and yawns, “man’s gotta get his Beaty sleep” Bruce reply’s, winking at me, I throw a pillow at his face making him sit upright, finally properly awake. “I said 8am, not 7am” he complains while sliding his legs out of the bed, drooping forward like a zombie. We manage to leave the house by 8am, stopping to get something to eat first then following the map, through centre of town and out of the outskirts, bringing us to a more mountainous region. Our journey goes smoothly, the weather on our side with the sun out, melting away what was left of the snow dusting the

  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 38: memories resurfacing

    After the drawings of Marcel, she looked to be in a car with mountains surrounding… the next pages looked familiar, a town built in the valleys, beautiful architecture, I felt a spark of inspiration as I looked through her drawings of others art works and sculptors, almost like a hobby or something I enjoyed doing resurfacing. I feel like I’d seen some of these pages before but couldn’t quite pin point when or where.I flicker through more pages, she write’s on each page, describing what she’s drawn, where she is and where she’s going to in a poetic like manor.She sketches parts of Rome, Rome I remember but not with her, I remember visiting when I was younger with my mother and faintly remembering being with Marcel at one point there.Then I saw a drawing that took the breath out of me, she’d drawn me, I was sculpting something, a woman figure out of stone, she’d drawn my muscular form, the shine on my skin indicating sweat. As I looked at the image I didn’t rember exactly what I wa

  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 16: hide and run

    By the time morning had come, my mobile was full of missed calls and texts. I wrote a single message to Marcel saying “I am fine, do not worry about me” then put my phone in silent. There was a high possibility that once in France I would be hard pushed to find something to charge my phone and I ne

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  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 17: Seeing you

    I am taken to the front gates. The solider spoke no other words to me. The base was surrounded by many small buildings, the town had obviously been deserted due to the lack of people but it was also untouched. This was now only an area associated with the base.The area was indeed beautiful, locat

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  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 18: skin to skin

    “Ah yes well I’m not sure how long I will be here exactly but I’m hoping a while and no I currently don’t have anywhere to stay” the woman smiles back at me and gestures for me to follow her round the back, “if you’d like you can stay here in return we could do with an extra set of hands to help ou

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  • Home in a world filled with war.    Chapter 19: This feels like home

    Thankfully Nora and her husband were still asleep so I used the key to open the door then lock back up, snuck through and went straight into my room, carefully closing the door behind me. I sat in my bed for about 10 minuets in a complete daze as to what i had been doing all night. I could still fe

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