-August 9th 1920-

Arthur, Thomas, John, Ada, Esme, Polly, Michael and You, all sat at the dinner table, laughing away whilst passing the food around, celebrating as a family.

Expect for you and Thomas. This was another day, Thomas, sat at one end of the table, you on the other, his eyes never left you, glued to your soul with a upsetting meaning behind them

You two had been fighting, for what felt like years, Thomas's drunk arguments, his one night stand with an ex fling, he knew he'd hurt you every time and he questioned why you stayed, but you did something I thought you vowed never to do...give up

He was never much of a romantic throughout the marriage... But the smallest things meant every thing to you...now they felt useless, you've putting up with his shit just way to long...he expected you to run away...faster so he couldn't go looking for you...but your empty eyes said it all...you was done. And he couldn't bare to think of you just 'up and leaving'...

The others paid no attention to yours two silent moment, Thomas's hand securing his whiskey glass but he eyes wouldnt budge from you, he didnt want you to leave him...he would rather go through the war on his own than be with another woman...