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

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

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

Todos los capítulos de Home in a world filled with war. : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 43

Chapter 41: my hunger for you

Chapter 42: little family

Chapter 43: family of three