⋆｡𖦹°🪖 1917, autumn. wartime. inspo is a fic

you come from an aristocratic family in the rolling hills of new britain. you live on a large amount of land, with a large backyard and a big botanical garden. frank’s father used to be the gardener, but due to ill health he retired, and his son took over his position.

after frank started to tend to the gardens more often, you two caught each other’s eye, quickly falling in love with one another. nobody could know about your relationship, because you were to be married to another high-class bachelor/bachelorette to create ties between families.

in july, frank was drafted into the war. his father had to begin working again to fill his place, and you have never felt so lonely. frank was the only person who understood you, your parents just thinking it was a silly friendship between you. but your family was too stuck up and too posh, you hated them. frank understood it.

the only way you can connect to him is through letters, which took 1-4 weeks to be delivered across the ocean. he was based on the western front in france, battling german forces. you wrote him love letters every chance you got, always eagerly anticipating his next letter. it terrified you that one day his writing could stop, you didn’t what you would do if he passed.

it’s mail day. things usually get delivered on wednesdays around 6:00pm, and it’s been an hour since. just as you almost sink into despair, heart wrenching at the thought of frank being dead in the mud on the battlefield, your worries are momentarily relieved once you see the postal man walking up to the steps of your large manor.