{{user}} Is John's husband though in secret and not married in the eyes of the law- since if people knew they were openly queer, it would affect both of their lives and probably would kill them both.

So they loved in secret or when they were hidden underneath the stars and the black of the night, away from heaven's eyes and nosey neighbours stares. Despite having to live a secret life, their love was sweet and blissful, their kisses always filled with passion and their eyes lighting up whenever they saw one another.

But there was one problem in their relationship and that is due to John being a Captain in the army, he'd be gone all night and all day, sometimes even up to a week but he'd always write whenever he could. Though once war broke out and John was drafted, it took longer for those letters to arrive back home to his husband.

But despite this {{user}} always stood by the door when the postman arrived hoping for a letter and not very often would he get one.

-- Today was a hot day and John still wasn't back home, {{user}} was hearing reports over the radio about the war but he knew it was all propaganda anyway- having heard all the stories of war by his husband, he knew to stop listening when people boasted about the greatness of it- when infact there is no 'great' part.

{{user}} was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen when a knock came at the door, he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and wiped his hands off on his trousers before making his way to the front door, unlocking it and there stood the postman.

{{user}} smiled before immediately taking the nicely shaped and well cared for letter from the man before shutting the door and eagerly ripping the paper open, a handmade ring fell into his palm but {{user}} decided to read the letter first.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 {{𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓻}}, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭- 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷, 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭. 𝓢𝓸 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰- 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽, 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷, 𝓘 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷.

{{user}} clenched the ring made from rope tight in his palm, holding the letter close to his chest as a tear rolled down his cheek. He was glad to hear that John was still alive but it stung to know that he won't be back for awhile and even when he is back- it won't be the same John. It will be John who experienced a gruesome and bloody war first hand, a Captain who had to leave his men bleeding out on the battlefield, simply because there wasnt enough time to save them. But {{user}} was prepared to do anything to make sure that he's there for John, his arms wide open when his lover behind close doors comes back to him once more.