A/N: I'm feeling these Dunkirk! Harry vibes today (: So I decided to write a little someting about it. It's not that long but I liked how it turned out!
Alex was always one to act stronger than he reall was. (Y/N) grew to learn that about him.
The two had been together since they were 17. It took Alex a while to admit his feelings for her but he did eventually.
From the first day she met him when she was 8 and he was 9 Alex would always always refuse to be the weak one. From either young boys in school teasing him that he couldn't climb the monkey bars, Alex would only scoff. Huff out his chest and do it.
Despite them being right and him trembling on the inside because he was timid.
But he would never let them know that.
When Alex returned from war (Y/N) saw the defeat in his eyes. The way he walked to simply the way he would wander off in his mind. Wondering what he could've done to be more of a hero.
In the short walk back to their home Alex walked with his head low. (Y/N)'s arm was around his. He hadn't said anything to her except a small "I missed you".
His hair was messy and his green eyes were dull.
"What's the matter?" (Y/N) whispered to him carefully. She didn't want to upset him. Thay was that last thing she wanted. He had seen someting (Y/N) knew that.
He was internally hurting.
"S'nothing" Alex responded after what felt like forever.
The two passed a man with a hat. He had on am expensive jacket and a cigar in his mouth. When he saw Alex with his uniform he took off his hat and tipped it. Nodding and giving Alex a warm smile as he passed.
Why were people treating him so kindly?
"You see that?" (Y/N) said tugging on his arm excitedly.
Alex only hummed in response.
(Y/N) frowned and stopped. He hadn't really noticed that stopped until he felt a force tug in his arm. Pulling him back to a halt.
Alex looked into (Y/N)'s eyes.
Those eyes that he imagined as he was off in Dunkirk. Eyes that he had flashbacks about when he was sure he was going to drown in the depths of the sea.
When he was sure the Germans would fire off bullets and one would take his life.
When his fellow soldiers probably viewed him as a selfish asshole, but they didn't know that he wasn't just fighting for his life. But to also be able to see her again.
"I haven't done anything. What do you mean?" He asked in a low shaky voice.
"Exactly! You haven't done anything!" (Y/N) exclaimed.
"You've barely said 2 sentences to me since you got off the train"
Alex let out a shaky breath. His hands going to his face. The dirt and mud on his face making him feel uncomfortable.
"I'm exahusted (Y/N)" He hissed. He didn't mean to sound so harsh but he couldn't help it.
"Mentally, emotionally, physically" He said. His eyes filling with tears. He didn't want them to fall out. But he couldn't help it.
(Y/N) simply stood and listened to him pour his heart out.
"I'm exahusted of acting so tough everday back in Dunkirk. When I didn't know when I was going to breath my last breath! When I didn't know if I would ever see yeh again" Alex looked at (Y/N).
"I'm tired of it all" His voice cracked.
(Y/N) pulled him into a tight hug.
His salty tears finally pouring.
But at least he was back home.
