((As you see in the starter, males only please~))
Amelia F. Jones sat at home curled up in a chair with a fire going in the fire place since it was the middle of winter. She had a book in her lap, although she was reading she wasn’t retaining any of the words. She was pale and her eyes were rimmed with red from her nearly constant crying. About three years ago a war broke out and there was a draft. Of course the man courting her was drafted. The day after her found out he had proposed, a week later he left. She sighed and looked down at the ring on her finger. She feared everyday that she would get a letter telling her that he was killed. She knew that it was going to happen. So many others, mothers, wives, fiances, they all got letters telling them their loved ones were killed. There was a knock on the door. She looked up surprised. She sat her book down and shakily stood. She headed to the door. She rested her hand on the knob before opening it slowly. No one ever came to visit and she never had mail, she knew what this was, it was that letter but when she opened the door... She stood there with her mouth open. “Y-you’re back” she stared at him in disbelief. She reached out and touched his face. She began to cry due to sheer happiness. “You’re really back.”
