What?

"Ow. Who the fuck are you?" She screech's

"I'm his bloody wife"

"Oh shit" her eyes widen telling me she knew he was married. I turn my attention to Arthur

"YN, love, this isn't..." I don't let him finish slapping him across the face

"How dare you try to justify this. I am your wife Arthur, we were supposed to love each other till we were grey, we were going to have a baby together and you go and fucking ruin it for a cheep fuck?" I shout, the whole of the pub watching the interaction "how long?"

"YN..."

"I asked how long"

"5 months" makes sense "can we talk about this?" He asks. Tears fill my eyes, but I hold them back

"My one condition Arthur. I didn't care about the business, I married you knowing you were a little fucked up from the war, but I looked passed all of that. The one thing I told you not to do and you have gone and done it. I want you to pack your shit and get out of my house tomorrow. I'll have the divorce papers sent to you"

"Divorce?" His eyes widen "that's a little extreme isn't it? Why don't we work this out"

"No. If it was a mistake then it would have happened once. Not for 5 months" with that I leave the Garrison.

I end up on the doorstep of my best friend, Tommy. We were in the same school year together, that's how I meet Arthur. He was my best friend, still is. I knock on the door to his house, he opens up shirtless. I'm a little surprised that none of his maids opened the door

"YN?" the tears fall down my face

"He broke his promise Tom. He said he wouldn't cheat"

"Come here" he pulls me into him, letting me cry into his chest

"I didn't know where to go"

"It's ok. Let's get you a drink ay?" I nod my head and Tommy shuts the door behind him. He leads me to the living room and pours me a drink "what happened?"

"The last few months he's been acting weird, so tonight I watched him in the Garrison. A woman came over to him and kissed him. He didn't move her away so I questioned him. It's been going on for months Tom"

"Fuck" Tommy breathes out "I'm so sorry YN"

"Tom we were going to have a baby, a family and he's fucked it all up. I'm 32 Tommy the older I get the harder it will be for me to have a family" I start crying harder realising that in a blink of an eye my dreams have been crushed "I told him I wanted to divorce. Maybe I'm being dramatic and we could still have a baby together"

"Fuck that YN. He broke your trust. You have probably been the most perfect wife and this is how he repays you. No. YN. Im having some strong words with him. But for right now you are going to drink as much as you want. Cry as much as you want and I'll be here to hold you, let you cry on my shoulder"

"You owe me a big one." Jo says and you nod, wanting to cut your time here as short as possible.

Her questioning glances every few seconds are enough for you to know that she's just waiting for an opening to ask why you are suddenly stocking up on your favorite bottles of alcohol, and you're not ready to tell her why.

Realizing you forgot to bring your car to the back, you sigh, bidding farewell to Jo with a hug. 

You almost start running once she closes the door towards your car that you parked in the front, stashing your bag in the car, as you start the ignition. 

You're ready to step on the accelerator and be away from your soulmate, the person who's going to be your doom. You can't help but peek at the bar as you pass by and you're sure you see the dirty blond hair that is going to haunt your dreams from now on. 

The bottles Jo smuggled are just so that you can lay off from visiting the Road House as much as you can. 

It's no secret that whoever drops by the bar is sure to become a regular thanks to Ellen's hospitality, connections and knowledge of the supernatural, that is, unless anyone gives her a reason to clear off. 

The fear makes you drive as far as possible from the only people who you now call your family in search of hunts, but that doesn't mean you can run from what you have named as 'the Soulmates Curse'. 

You end up at a diner in a small town with a supposed haunted cabin in the nearby woods, taking a breath of relief as you see an empty seat by the window.

You put down all the resources you have on the table for the current case you're working on, using it as a distraction. 

But as you’re settling, a high pitched giggle catches your attention. There’s a family in the park near the diner which you can see clearly from your seat.

You get a weird feeling in your heart, a sense of longing for what you once had. The parents laze around on a picnic blanket, happily watching the children who are running around and playing with each other.

You wonder if you’ll ever get to live and love like that again.

“Hey,” a deep voice pulls you out of your chain of thoughts, and you look up to see a man with dark, gelled-back hair, a stubble gracing his genial smile, "You okay?" 

Not gonna lie, you feel like a high school girl starting to fall for the cute guy in class, your insides warm as your body feels flush.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You say to yourself, although you know that it isn't true, it's the only way to convince your mind that you're doing the right thing by saving yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.  

“I’m Chris, your server for the evening. What can I get you?”

Chris’ deep brown eyes make you want to forget everything, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you’re cheating on your non-existent relationship.

 “Just a cheeseburger and fries, Chris. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at you with another one of his charming smiles, and you almost melt.

Your mind is in overdrive now.

The happy family directly in your sights are confusing your one-track mind, making you want that kind of contentment in your life as well.

As Chris brings your order to your table, you can’t help but ask, “The town is quite charming, huh?”

He laughs, “Yep, just a small, peaceful town. Except for Old Neil’s Cabin, it’s a nice place to live. And if you don’t believe in ghost stories, we don’t have many problems here.”

And with that, your yearning mind starts planning out an ordinary life in this town, hoping that your soulmate will have a peaceful death and since you won’t be attached to him, you won't feel much when the inevitable happens.

If you get rid of the ghost, then you can see yourself getting old here, preferably with a handsome man like Chris, and have a little family.

Back at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, Dean Winchester takes a sip of his beer and sighs, tapping on the wooden bar, deep in thought.

Sam is talking about something or the other with Jo, not paying mind to Dean, who honestly doesn’t care. He is too occupied with the girl from last night who has been making his heart skip a beat every few minutes as little things around him keep reminding him of you.

Dean smiles to himself as a warmth spreads in his heart, hopeful that you are having a good time, whoever, and wherever you are.

“What’s up with him?” Jo asks Sam softly, not wanting to rob him out of whatever was cheering him on.

“No one ever knows with him.” Sam shrugs, throwing an amusing smile at his brother, not that he noticed. “He has been a little hush since yesterday.”

“Jo,” Dean speaks out of the blue, bursting the bubble he had built around him.

“Yeah?” She replies, in anticipation of knowing what his next words will be, curious about what he had been contemplating all this while.

“Do you know a girl around our age in the hunting business?”

“To be quite frank, there are a lot. I can’t just tell who you’re talking about just from that.”

Dean takes the last drink out of his glass before turning towards Jo, giving her a serious look.  “She was here yesterday.”

“Oh, you mean Y/N?” 

And with that, Dean’s life takes a different turn again.

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The smoke from the cigarette contrasted with the glow of the moon on that wintry night. Tommy was leaning against the window looking out, his thoughts where they always were: on her.

In his bed, a woman who was not her. Neither the colour of her hair, nor her eyes compared to hers. Nor the passion in bed.

Arthur had told him "Everyone knows she's on your mind".

And his older brother was right. It was her and only her. It wasn't the money, it wasn't the politics, it wasn't the horses.

The walks in the park, the evenings enjoying a glass of whisky together. And the laughter.

Tommy thought he'd forgotten what it was like to laugh, but with her he found he still remembered how to laugh. It was easy to laugh when she was still with him. The two of them walking hand in hand like two teenagers in love. That was a feeling Tommy hadn't felt since before the war when he was still young and naive.

Tommy sighed, lighting another cigarette. If only happiness had lasted longer. If only life had stopped in those moments that now seemed so far away.

Tommy was aware that he was the one who had pushed her out of his life. He himself had boycotted his own happiness and, he believed, hers as well.

That he had had to kill her brother had been necessary. Did he regret it? No. Not of killing him, because Scott had been a son of a bitch in life. Arthur agreed, but Polly did not. Polly had told him that it would make her angry with him, because her family (as it was for Thomas) was the most important thing. But as Tommy saw it, Scott was a cancer that needed to be removed. Johnny Dogs had told him stories that were best thought of as lies.

Tommy told her. Scott had to be sent to jail and then to the gallows. But she didn't understand. Was Scott trouble? Yes. But she assured him that she would talk to his brother and everything would go back to normal. She begged him.

And Tommy, who hadn't agreed to anything with anyone once his mind was made up, said yes. And for a while, no one heard from Scott. She and Tommy stayed together, loving each other like no one else in the world loved each other. Tommy even carried a ring in his pocket, waiting for the right moment to give it to her.

But Scott reappeared. And Tommy didn't hesitate. His brother-in-law's body lay in the middle of a muddy street near Small Heath.

The shooting attracted a lot of curious people and among them was her. She had suspected it, she knew it would happen. She knew Tommy only warned once. But that man was her brother and Thomas had killed him.

Crying, she knelt beside Scott holding the body of her brother she would never see again.

Tommy had never seen so much hatred in anyone. The same woman who had watched him until that very morning with pure love and devotion, now hated him. And Tommy knew he would never be happy again.

Tommy saw his face reflected in the window glass. His life had never been the same and neither had he. Again he had forgotten how to smile and this time he knew it would be forever.

The woman in the bed stirred and he put out his cigarette to go with her. Maybe he could fall asleep again and dream of his only love.

The next morning would bring sunshine again and new opportunities, new problems too. The only thing it would not bring was her.

Sam was racked with grief. He didn't know where Dean was. He didn't know what happened. He didn't know anything. He could practically hear your voice yelling at him. "Sam, he is your brother. You have to look at every possible clue. For God's sake you are a hunter, you should be able to find him." That is what you would have told him.

---

"Tell me where he is," Sam yelled, cutting deeper into the vampire's arm.

"I don't know anything," The vampire panted, pain overcoming every bit of her body.

"You're lying! Tell me where he is."

"I don't kn-" Blood gushed from the vampire's severed head.

Sam walked to the table with all of the equipment that he needed. He had captured several, several monsters to get the information he needed.

---

"And you said that he just left?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, he took the bottle with him." The bartender told him the exact same thing that he said when Sam questioned him the first time, and the second time, and the third time.

"Sir, are you sure there isn't anything else you could tell me about his disappearance?"

"Like I said the last few times you were here, he looked upset, a girl flirted and he ignored her. He bought a bottle and then walked out."

---

"Tell me where he fucking is!" Sam yelled at the tied down demon.

"You looking for someone, Sammy?" The demon taunted.

Sam punched the demon square in the face. The demon laughed.

More holy water got poured into a hole that was deeply cut into the demon's shoulder.

"You keep talking but I ain't hearing what I need to know," Sam spits at the demon.

Sam's hands were shaking, he hadn't gotten much sleep since Dean's disappearance. He wanted his brother back. No, he needed his brother back.

Sam stabbed the demon with the knife from Ruby that she gave him those years ago.

---

"Sam," Castiel appeared in the room.

Sam was nursing a bottle of whiskey and it was nearly gone.

"What?"

"Dean's disappearance is taking a toll on you," the angel said.

"No shit, Cas. He's my brother." Sam chugged another helping of the burning liquor.

"You're drinking yourself to an oblivion. Sam, I'm worried for you."

Sam looked up at the dark haired angel and darkly chuckled.

"You're worried about me?" Cas nodded, a frown forming on his brow.

"Dean is out there probably dying and I can't find him. I can't help him and you're worried about me?" Sam's drunken mind was causing him to lash out, Castiel knew that.

"Sam, this is not your fault."

"It's not? Really? Castiel, I can't find my brother and I have tried everything I can to find any information."

"Torturing monsters, Sam, is not going to bring your brother back."

"What did you say?" He asked, stepping closer to the other man.

"You know that these monsters have no information to give."

"No, why are you talking like Dean is dead?" The angel looked hurt.

"Is he dead, Cas?" The word "dead" tasted like acid rolling off Sam's tongue.

"I-"

"Tell me, is he dead Castiel?" Sam yelled. Anger consuming him.

"I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know? Tell me where he is, Cas."

"Sam, I can't because I DON'T KNOW." Castiel was getting upset. He cared about Dean too and Sam was treating him as if he didn't know that.

---

Dean's POV

Dean woke, holding the love of his life. He kissed her cheek, feeling her warmth as she slept beside him. He knew that even though he is having painful memories that he didn't actually have, he could just look at you and know that he is at home. You are his home and he never wants to leave you again. He will not leave you again, no matter what.

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He didn't even acknowledge the soldier that sat down next to him. Instead he glanced over to see that the man had several pieces of paper in his hand. Most of them looked to be letters, but one happened to be a picture of a woman. Even from the grayscale nature of the photo, Tommy was able to tell that the woman was beautiful. He didn't even know he was staring at it until he was addressed by the very man that was holding it. "Don't have anything better to do?" His words made Tommy drag his eyes from the picture up to the soldier he was sitting next to.

"Not really, no," he saw no point in lying, his blunt answer making the soldier chuckle. "She your sister...friend, woman?" he decided he'd ask about the woman he'd been staring at.

The man to his right laughed again as he glanced down at the photo for a moment. "She's my wife," he answered then, a smile on his face.

"She's beautiful," Tommy nodded, feeling no shame in complimenting him. It wasn't like he was saying something degrading about her. He was simply stating a fact.

"She is. Has a heart of gold too. I'm not sure what exactly she saw in me," the man agreed, a knowing smile still present on his face. "I'm Robert, by the way," he introduced himself, extending his hand outward.

"Tommy," Tommy reciprocated the introduction before he shook the man's hand.

"You get any letters ever, Tommy?" Robert asked then.

"Occasionally."

"Have anyone back at home waiting for you?"

"No. No one special. Just me family and a business," Tommy looked to the ground, trying not to remember the very reason why he'd volunteered to fight: the death of his first love. Robert nodded before looking down at the letter in his hands. It got quiet between the two for a few moments before the sound of Robert laughing made Tommy glance over at him once more. "Does your wife write to you?" he asked while craning his neck as he tried to get another look at the picture.

"All the time. She writes to me about everything. I swear she even includes what she'd eaten that day, which makes me bloody jealous because the food here is shit...if we even get any," Robert happily obliged in telling him. It seemed like he was eager to talk about his wife. Tommy laughed slightly before mumbling an agreement about the food. It was even worse for him because his company of tunnelers only saw hot meals when they surfaced from their missions. "I'll have to fill you in on some of the things she tells me...sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to about the stuff she gets up to."

"I'd like that," Tommy agreed with Robert's idea, "it'll give me a break from all the shit going on around us."

——

Hearing the stories that Robert's wife wrote to him quickly became something that Tommy looked forward to. The more stories he heard, the more he found himself wishing that he'd be able to meet her. Who she was as a person sounded just as beautiful as she looked. And although he didn't want to admit it, he had a bit of a crush on her. Which was a crazy idea for a man like Thomas Shelby...he wasn't one to have crushes. No one captivated him like Greta had. Well at least until he saw (Y/N)'s picture. She was truly the only thing getting him through this war.

This particular morning started out like any other. Tommy and Robert were leaned up against the wooden support beams as they talked about what (Y/N) had written in her latest letter. She had disclosed to Robert that she wanted to paint the walls of their home when he returned. Of course, she wrote him an entire dissertation about the potential colors they could use and why each one would be a good choice.

They then heard a bunch of screaming coming from further down the trench. Both men looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows. "What do you think they're yelling about?" Robert pondered out loud.

"Someone probably fucked up the rations again," Tommy guessed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I think that would make them mad. These sound like happy cheers."

"Germany has signed an agreement! Armistice has been reached!" a soldier yelled loudly as he ran down the trench, past the two men sitting along the side. He repeated his message as he continued on, not even acknowledging Tommy or Robert.

Both men looked at each other with wide eyes. The war was over. Peace had been declared. Now, only one thing was on their mind: "what do we do now?"

——

-One Year Later-

Tommy removed his peaked cap and set it down on the counter of the Garrison's bar. All he needed to do was nod at Harry to make the barman immediately get to work on getting a bottle of whiskey and a glass to pour it in. He poured Tommy his first glass before he set down the bottle and helped the next customer. Tommy tipped the glass back, drinking all of its contents before he set it back on the counter. He then turned around and leaned up against the bar.

Glancing around, he saw people going about their conversations while drinking whatever they had ordered. He scanned the room a few times, and each time his eyes stopped on the woman who was sitting in the corner booth. She had a wide smile on her face as she was listening intently to the man who was sitting across from her. She was beautiful. Unlike anyone Tommy had seen in a long time. But at the same time she looked so familiar. So he poured himself another glass and knocked it back before he decided he'd go introduce himself to the woman in the booth. He'd just become the owner of this pub, so why not go around and talk to the patrons?

"Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to introduce myself. I'm..."

"Hello, Mr. Shelby, how are you?" the man that the beautiful woman was sitting with cut Tommy off before he could get his introduction out.

"Have we met before?" Tommy questioned with furrowed eyebrows as he looked between the two people. Surely he would have remembered a woman that beautiful.

"I guess we haven't," the man said, his confidence now noticeably deflated as he stood to extend his hand, "my name is Bradley (Y/L/N). I work as the head foreman for the steel factory in the city," he formally introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet you, Bradley," Tommy nodded, shaking the man's hand before he turned his attention over to the person he really wanted to talk to. "My name's Thomas Shelby. I don't believe we've met before," he then introduced himself to the woman who was still sitting with a smile on her face. As soon as she heard his name, her expression changed. Immediately, Tommy started wracking his brain for someone he may have crossed, and/or dealt with who was related to this woman. But he was drawing a blank.

He didn't get the ability to question it though, because the woman stood out of her seat and out of nowhere, wrapped her arms around him tightly. He was confused by the sudden embrace, but returned it nonetheless. "I can't believe I'm meeting you in person," the woman said in a whisper as she pulled away. Tommy just stared down at her, still completely lost. "I'm (Y/N). Robert's wife. He spoke a lot about a man named Tommy Shelby in his letters. I never thought I'd get to actually meet the soldier who my husband swore enjoyed listening to all of my silly stories," she cleared up his confusion as she explained the reason behind the hug she'd given him.

It made sense as soon as she told him who she was. She was the last person who he found beautiful. She was one of the sole reasons why he made it through the war with the majority of his sanity still intact. She showed him that maybe there was hope in the world. And now she was standing right in front of him.

"It's very nice to meet you, (Y/N). I also only thought I'd ever know you through your words and photographs," Tommy shared her surprised sentiment, "and might I say, you are certainly more beautiful in person," he couldn't stop himself from complimenting her. Then someone else came to mind: "how has Robert been?" he figured he'd ask about the man who essentially introduced the two of them.

He immediately wished that he wouldn't have asked the second he saw the smile drop from her face. "Robert, uh...Robert passed away two months after he returned home. He fell ill from exposure to the chemical weapons that were used, the doctors said. His health declined quickly," she told him, the happiness that was once gracing her features now completely gone. It was easy to tell that his death still affected her.

"Oh. I...I'm sorry to hear that," Tommy responded, a look of shock surely still on his face.

(Y/N) tried to smile despite her sadness. "I think there's a reason why we came to this tavern. My brother was suggesting another one, but I made him stop here when we were driving," she said, glancing over at the man who Tommy now knew as her brother. "I think I was supposed to meet you today, Tommy," she then looked back over at him, her eyes now twinkling. Tommy decided then that he could stare into them all day and not get tired of it. "We should get dinner sometime," she suggested then.

"I'd like that," Tommy agreed with a nod, hoping that his expression didn't give away how excited he was at the chance to spend more time with this woman.

——

The details of the dinner were ironed out right after the suggestion was made. They agreed to meet each other at one of the restaurants Small Heath had, and Tommy promised her that they'd get the best table the establishment could offer. Of course, he left out that the reason why was because this restaurant paid the Peaky Blinders for protection.

(Y/N) was buzzing as she made her way from her brother's home to the restaurant she was to meet Tommy at. She was eager to get to know more about the man that her late husband had talked so much about in his letters home. There was something about him that drew her to him...something that made her want to learn more.

Tommy was waiting outside the restaurant when she approached it. His eyes met hers, and he flicked the cigarette to the street before he opened the door for her. (Y/N) sent a smile as a sign of gratitude before she entered the establishment with Tommy following behind her. "Follow me this way," he told her, stuffing his peaked cap into the pocket of his suit jacket as he took the lead and brought her further into the restaurant.

Soon enough, they were at a table in the very back of the eatery, where no other diners were. "This is very private," (Y/N) commented with a smile as she took the shawl off of her shoulders and draped it over the back of her chair. Tommy merely nodded as the two sat down across from each other.

A waiter then came over and took their orders before leaving them alone once more. "Do you live in Small Heath?" Tommy started up conversation as he leaned back in his chair.

"I don't," (Y/N) shook her head, "my home is in Saltley. My brother just accepted his promotion though, so I figured I'd come down for the weekend to celebrate the occasion," she explained to him her reason for being in the city.

"I feel honored that you'd take some time away from your celebrating and spend it with me," Tommy commented with a grin, making (Y/N) smile in response. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked her then, fishing his packet of cigarettes out of the jacket's pocket. (Y/N) shook her head and he nodded, offering one to her then. She declined it and he accepted her response, sticking one between his lips before he struck a match to light it.

"What was he like, Tommy?" (Y/N) asked after she watched him exhale a line of smoke.

"Who?" Tommy answered with a question of his own.

"Robert. What was he like when he was in France?"

"He, uh..." Tommy paused for a moment, trying to pull some memories back from the dark confines of his mind. He'd shut the door on the war and never thought that he'd be speaking of it again. "He liked to talk. Loved to tell me stories about you," he paused again, smiling as he saw her smile, "he said he was happy that I'd agree to listen to him; that he'd wanted to have someone to talk to about the things you were writing to him."

(Y/N) couldn't help but let out a slight laugh at Tommy's words. "He liked to talk," her smile dulled slightly before she continued, "he didn't do much of it after coming home though. The war changed him completely."

"He was certainly happy when he was speaking about you," Tommy told her, hoping that his words would offer her some sort of respite. She sent him a closed-mouth smile in response.

The food came to the table then, and Tommy and (Y/N) kept talking as they ate. They talked about the stories that he remembered Robert telling him from the letters she wrote, and she bashfully admitted to him that some of the things she'd written about hadn't actually happened. Instead she was creating them as a hope that they would brighten the soldiers' spirits. She was pleased to know that they succeeded in doing so.

(Y/N) then became curious about the man sitting across from her, "so what is it that you do for a living, Tommy?" she asked, leaning forward slightly before she continued, "I remember Robert telling me that you had a business that you left to go fight."

"I did," Tommy nodded, taking a drink before he continued, "and I still do. My family runs a betting shop. We take bets on the races. I also own the pub that you and your brother visited yesterday. We have a few that we run around the city. I have several other avenues that I also intend to delve into in due time."

"You run multiple businesses?" (Y/N) asked in a surprised manner, "I'm impressed."

"Keeping myself busy helped in forgetting about what happened in France. It was easier to just throw myself into the work of making the business the best it could be." It shocked Tommy how candidly he'd just said those words.

"In hearing that, I am even more impressed," (Y/N) spoke in a sweet manner as a smile formed on her face. Hearing her words made the corners of Tommy's lips tug upwards.

—

"This was a lovely dinner, Tommy. Thank you so much," (Y/N) smiled over at him as they exited the restaurant.

"You're welcome. I enjoyed the time we spent," Tommy nodded as he spoke, holding the door open for her as they stepped onto the street. "Are you heading back to your brother's now?" he asked then.

"No. I'm walking back to my home in Saltley," (Y/N) answered.

"Walking?"

"I have no other means of transportation," she gave him a matter-of-fact response.

"I'll drive you," he insisted rather than suggested.

"I couldn't burden you with that, Tommy," she immediately tried to get him to retract his offer.

"It wasn't up for suggestion," was all Tommy said before he nodded his head to where his car was parked on the street. (Y/N) wordlessly followed him, judging that by this point, he wasn't going to try and kidnap her or anything. So she got into the passenger’s seat and began the task of directing him to her home.

—

“Let me walk you to your door, (Y/N),” Tommy said as they parked in front of her home. She couldn’t even contend his statement because he was already out and at her side before she could think of the words to do so.

“I had a really good time tonight, Tommy,” (Y/N) told him as they stopped at the front door. She smiled at him before craning her neck up slightly to press her lips to his cheek. Tommy felt his mouth go dry at the feeling of her lips against his skin. The feeling was gone too soon though as she pulled away to look at him once more. Silence fell between them as they looked at each other. Then (Y/N) found herself admitting something profound, “it scares me how quickly I’ve developed feelings for you,” she started, continuing on even though she saw Tommy’s eyes widen slightly, “the last time this happened to me was when I first met Robert.”

“I’ve had feelings for you before I even met you, (Y/N),” Tommy responded to her shocking statement with one of his own. “I saw your picture while in the trenches...Robert told me those stories about you. They quickly became my sources of motivation. I’d push on through the week to get to the day when the post was delivered so that I could hear what you wrote to him.”

“I never thought I’d meet you,” (Y/N) admitted in a soft voice.

“Me neither, love,” Tommy responded as he glanced down at her hands before taking them into his own. “I’m happy I did though,” he added before giving her hands a squeeze.

(Y/N) also glanced down at their intertwined hands, her mind moving at a million miles a minute as she tried to get a grasp on what was happening. Was she really falling for the man that she’d just met yesterday? “I’m happy too. Robert would want me to be happy. He wouldn’t want me to be stuck on my own for the rest of my life. He’d want me to move on...to find love again,” she said then, her mind thinking back to what Robert had told her before he left for France. How he’d said that if he didn’t come back, he didn’t want her to spend the rest of her life in mourning. That he instead wanted her to hold onto his memory, but to also make herself happy. She felt that she was doing that right now.

“I didn’t think that love would be possible after what I’ve been through,” Tommy’s words were soft, like he was telling her a secret. “But I think maybe I’d be able to find it again with you,” he told (Y/N) as he looked her in the eyes.

“I think I also may be able to find it again with you,” she agreed with him, a smile forming on her face as a giddy feeling arose in her stomach.

“Would you like to go out for dinner again soon? As an official date this time?” Tommy asked her. He tried to make his words come off as serious and confident, but the smile that formed on his lips as he spoke showed just how excited he was at the moment.

“I’d like that, Tommy,” (Y/N) eagerly agreed with his suggestion, a wide smile on her face as well.

“We’ll make it happen then, eh?” he grinned and she nodded before she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek again.

“I’m looking forward to it,” (Y/N) told him once she’d pulled away.

“As am I,” Tommy agreed, his head still spinning from the feeling of her lips. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Tommy,” she sent one last smile in response before their hands broke apart so that Tommy would be able to go back to his car.

(Y/N) stayed outside until he got into it and pulled away from her home. Then she opened the door with a wide smile on her face. She was excited for this new beginning. She had a really good feeling about this. It felt like she was falling in love again. And that was most certainly the best feeling in the world.

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