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Chapter 26: returning home
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2026-02-07 09:12:16
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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 31: connections?
The next few days are a blur, I’m overwhelmed with tiredness, my nipples hurt like fucking hell and my first shit felt worse than when I had to pull my crushed foot out from under a boulder. Nora came over often to help around the house and she was completely up for staying the night with the baby
Last Updated : 2026-03-28Home in a world filled with war. Chapter 28: A welcome and a woe
On the day of Marcels return, we spent the morning and afternoon walking around the small village, showing him around, introducing him to people and various little shops. We sat outside a quaint local coffee shop on white painted metal framed chairs, it was chilly, a little warmer than where the ho
Last Updated : 2026-03-27Home in a world filled with war. Chapter 30: New life
The cottage I had purchased was made of sandstone much like the other houses in this village, it was small but perfect. The front door was aged oak. As you walk in you’re invited by the smell of aged wood and the faint aroma of lavender by the surrounding fields. The exterior feels cosy with a fir
Last Updated : 2026-03-28Home in a world filled with war. Chapter 29: will you remember me
The first day we had lost half of our men but managed to discard of the enemy in our district. We were to rest for the night in an abandoned broken building. My passion for architecture pained as I see all the works of art people pour themselves into destroyed, building after building, every block,
Last Updated : 2026-03-27
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