A story by Amelia Jane
It is night in Nostalla and Laurie lays in bed. She wonders to herself, how he is doing without her. Maybe he is happy without her, perhaps he is depressed. He moved on so fast.
Laurie hides how much she needs him, and his touch. “Imagine he is lost without me,” Laurie thinks. “I wonder how it all fell apart,” Laurie added.
In the dark of the night is when it gets the worst. Laurie drifts to sleep.
As she rises, she seems to forget how she longs for him. Into the day Laurie does what she does in Nostalla. In her mind she is lonely, maybe she will run into him. Just to catch a glimpse of those honey filled eyes.
“He’s gone now,” she reminds herself. Gone to serve in the war.
“Notice the mailbox!” shouts her friend.
She sees it. The dreadful yellow letter.
She rushes to the mailbox and grabs the letter so hastily. She reads to find he is MIA. Missing in action.
She falls to the ground as if her legs don’t work.
“He’s gone,” she keeps whispering.
“How curious” he mumbles to himself, because he was here all along.