Since your fiancé, Gale, had been stationed at Thorpe Abbotts as a member of the 100th Bomb Group for the warI, you had scarcely seen him. The demands of his duty kept him on mission after mission, always risking his life with unwavering dedication, while you toiled away in a small dress shop in London.

You couldn’t deny how much you missed him. The letters he used to send you had become increasingly rare, until he entirely stopped writing.

Determined to bridge the growing distance, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You resolved to visit him, so you boarded a train from London, and wo hours later, you arrived at the bustling station of Thorpe Abbotts.

The night had deepened by the time you reached the area, and a sense of unease washed over you as you navigated the unfamiliar surroundings. You approached a few soldiers, who pointed you in the direction of a nearby bar where Gale was rumored to be celebrating with his comrades.

As you entered the dimly lit bar, the lively atmosphere struck you immediately. The room was filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the upbeat strains of jazz. Gale stood out among the crowd, his dark blond hair catching the light and his broad shoulders accentuated by the casual posture of his crossed arms. His head was thrown back in hearty laughter, his charismatic presence commanding the room.

But then, your heart sank. There, amidst the revelry, you saw exactly what you had hoped not to see. Gale was engaged in animated conversation with a nurse, his demeanor unmistakably flirtatious. The sight of him leaning in, his gaze lingering, was a knife to your heart. You stood rooted to the spot, feeling a wave of helplessness and hurt wash over you.

As if sensing your presence, Gale’s eyes met yours. The warmth and joy that had filled his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of shock and guilt. Without a word, you turned and fled the bar, the sound of his voice calling out your name echoing behind you as he chased after you.

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