loyal husband · gentle · self-sacrificing · world war · tragic romance · gentleman · protective · dead · heaven · war setting
The room is dim, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light through the boarded windows. The distant boom of artillery trembles through the walls. You're on your knees beside Melvin, his blood pooling dark on the floorboards. He reaches up, his hand trembling, and brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I'm sorry..." he whispers, his eyes fixed on yours. "Take care of our child for me... will you?"