I sit waiting, staring over the water towards the moon. My hair is blown around my face. The frangipani that was pinned in falls out and land's in the water beneath my feet. I shiver. I clutch my brown crotched wrap tighter around me. My white dress is blown around my calves. The fabric is soft against my legs. I close my eyes and lean against the pillar next to me. I hear low footsteps behind me. As a warm hand brushes my shoulder I open my eyes and look up. Before my eyes is the person who I was waiting for. He sits next to me and puts his arm around me. I lean my head against his shoulder. His smell fills my head. He's wearing dark jeans and one of my favourite shirts that I bought for him. He also has no shoes on. He kisses the top of my head. I hear him inhale the smell of my hair. He sighs. He then puts his head on the side and rests it on mine.
"I was waiting for you." I said quietly.
"I know. You look amazing." He said while his other hand rested on my thigh.
"You do too." I grabbed his hand.
Silence again. We didn't need to talk all the time.
The air around us was chilly but his body heat was keeping me warm.
"I missed you so much." He mumbled into my hair.
"Me too." I said. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close to me. He scooted over and wrapped his other arm around me. I put my head into the curve of his neck and wrapped my other arm around him. A single tear fell from my eye. He leant back and wiped it away with his thumb.
"What's the matter?" he whispered.
"I've missed you so much. When you didn't reply to my last letter I thought that you were dead." I said.
"I was on my way home by then. Look at me. I'm thinking of quitting the army." He said. His warm hands on either side of my face.
"But it's what you love to do. Don't quit because of me." I said.
"I'm not quitting because of you. I'm quitting because I have lost my passion for it. When I put on that uniform and pick up my gun I think about every life that has been lost due to the gun that was in my hand. I don't want to ever have that burden put on me again." He said his eyes blazing emerald green with the memory.
More tears stream down my face.
"I thought you would understand." He said, hand slipping down my cheeks and onto my shoulders. More tears.
"I do understand." I said.
"So, now we can have a better life together." He said.
"Yes. I agree." I said as I buried my face into his chest.
"I love you Charlotte." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you, too Lucas."