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This is a fictional short story I'm making up as I go along.

For years I have waited for my dear sweet heart. Every day I wonder if he is coming back from the great war. I don't know when he will come back or when I will hear news of his death, but as every single day goes bye I am filled with sadness and fear. It's been about two years since i have last seen him and every passing moment seems to go on forever.
I miss his gentle touch when he held me, I miss how he always use to watch me sleep, I missed his smell, I missed his dark blue eyes, I miss his kiss, but most of all I miss him being beside me every day.
Many of the women that I know who have had thier lovers go to war are left widows. I am the last in the town that hasn't had the bad news. I still have hope that he will come back I am still strong, but if he ever dies I don't know I could go on living.

One night I have a dream. I am on the battle field and no one can see me. I see many of the germans killing many people. I wonder why am I here, and then I see my dear sweet heart.
I try calling out to him, but I notice that no words are coming out of my mouth. I notice a man holding a gun to his head, and I scream but he doesn't hear me. I watch as the strange dark man kills my love.
All of a sudden I wake up I'm shaking all over and tears begin to run down my eyes. I didn't know what just happen, and I'm too scared to fall asleep again that night.

As the following days came i kept having the same dream again. I can't get it out of my head. It's hard for me to eat, so I began to stop eating. Two weeks have gone by and I can't walk anymore. I spend my days watching the door hoping that he will come in and hold me. I hope that the army doesn't pay me a visit to tell me that my dear love is dead.
One day when it was bright and beatiful outside a car came by the house, it was the army. They came inside the house. There were two men, one young really handsome and the other old and stern looking. They told me that my dear sweet heart was dead, just as another man came in the house. There was my sweet heart, by the door, how could he be dead if he was standing by the door. He came to me and told me to leave the house. Then I said to young man from the army who told me my dear sweet heart was dead, "How could he be if he is there telling me to leave. At that moment I got up and left the house with my sweet heart out of the house to the bright light outside the house. I knew that we would never leave each other again from that point on.