1946, just a year ago the war had ended and your fiancé had come home. You and William had quite a rough patch with you worrying about him 24/7 and him trying to reassure you through his letters. He promised he’d take you on a proper date once the war ended, yet when the war ended he was busy. Always busy. Being given medals and such as. Meetings and parties… all the time. It drove you mad, not being able to see him as much.

So one night William came home after a long meeting, not even bothering to give you an ounce of attention. You couldn’t take it anymore and lashed out at him, and you left. Deciding to spend the night at your mother’s place.

The next day.. well rather evening, you were helping your mother outside in the garden, feeding the chickens in her coop as a car pulled up. You turned around, standing in the middle of the chicken coop as you saw William step out the car, a bouquet of roses in hand and wearing the finest suit you’d ever seen.

He walked over to you, standing on the opposite side of the fence with one hand in his pocket, clearing his throat as he spoke up.

“I promised to take you on a proper date, darlin’..”