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[ Arnie was sitting on a bench before a loud sound that reminded him of a gun going off, made him jump. Something always made him jump lately. He couldn't sleep well, he wasn't living life regularly without constantly seeing pictures in his head of everything they had lived through. It was funny, he often thought. The place that had saved him, had damaged him all the same.] W- W- what .. W-h-what w.w.w. as th-th- that?
I’m not guaranteeing no answer. What’s up?
The nightmares.. do they ever stop? Assumin' you've seen your men go through 'em
Yes… So how ya doin’?
Fine...So.. Uhm.. ya want to go get that burger?
Didn’t go no where near her. She kinda is but jus’ a lil’. — Ahh, from a while back. We met a few years ago, were… good friends.
I don't blame ya.. Ah, well that's good.
Well it matches you perfectly, you’re all tall and stuff reachin’ the clouds. Good I’m glad you’re well.
What have youse been doin'? Heard ya plannin' a birthday for your son, right? Or .. ya not the Charlie with a son?
The blue in her eyes reflected worry and she knew that he’d notice because he seemed to know what she was thinking before she said it. It was a connection Roxy couldn’t explain and she was often in awe of it. It had happened so quickly, loving him had come to her so fast almost as if she had been doing it forever and yet it was the newest feeling in the world. A soft smile formed on her lips and she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his nose. She was so comfortable, almost as if the two of them were in a bubble where nothing mattered but them. Grateful to have him home, grateful that they would get to do things right because despite her promise she had waited, how couldn’t she? She had only been in love once before and it was a feeling she had stopped thinking herself capable of and yet here she was with someone so great in her arms, someone who was just for her and really for her. Nodding as he spoke she locked her eyes with his, she understood she knew that it wouldn’t be easy, that it wasn’t just a matter of asking him to but she was also persistent and she knew that he was aware of it. She almost laughed when he spoke about wanting to write her and to tell her more stories about them and she shook her head. “Still have all those stories in your head?” she asked him, her lips grazing his as she spoke and she let their lips meet in a soft kiss that last a few seconds before pulling back. “I don’t want to push you, you don’t gotta tell me nothing you’re not ready to share” she said softly almost being delicate as she ran her hands through his hair before hiding her face in the crook of his neck, both her arms around him. “I’m right here, I’ll always be right here” she whispered in his ear she was so irrevocably in love, so invested and so in awe of what was happening between them that she wanted to be nothing but careful, because she wanted to take care of him, to hold on to the feeling as long as possible. Make him happy for as long as he let her, for as long as he wanted her to.
With his thumb, Arnie gently stroked her cheek. Smiling at her words, he leaned his forehead against hers and nodded. "Tons," he replied, a small grin in his face before nuzzling his nose with hers and holding her as her face hid in the crook of his neck. Her words did nothing but make him want her more, every bit of her. Everything. And though she was practically an open book, he knew there were things times that Roxy would just rather not talk about things. Her eyes told every word she couldn't, like the love she had for her sisters and he could swore, he caught a glimpse of being scared. Of them. Of what they had. Her eyes were windows to her soul that he would never get tired of looking at. In just a couple of months, he had come to know her incredibly well. "I love you," he told her, the words coming out soft and his eyes practically confessing that it was the truth; he did love her. He was in love with her. Completely lost in her. Sighing into her shoulder, he placed his lips against it and then pulled back, kissing her on one side of her neck and then the other, followed by the other shoulder and then her lips. "One day I'm going to make each story come true, you'll see." Arnie stayed quiet for a little after that, finding the words to say or how to tell her without scaring her. Wanting to start, the blonde man let out a deep breath he had not realized he was holding. "I was what they call a P.O.W... A prisoner of war, Roxy. That's why I didn't come back to you fast enough and making up those stories, those stories where I returned to you, those were what kept my some sort of sane."
He had come home, that was really all that mattered to her and she hadn’t really asked questions. Hadn’t asked why he didn’t write her back, or why he came back after everyone else because it didn’t matter. He was home, with her and that was all that seemed important. She often thought about how it was that they had gotten started it was meant to be a game, at least that’s what she had meant it to be. She had become so accustomed to being just that over the years that she had never expected something like that turn into something so real it often scared her. She was falling for him and she knew it, the world around her felt different and she felt different she wanted to be someone he deserved because she knew he was good far too good. They had fallen right back to where they left off, no questions asked and nothing more to be said they were together and she often got a goofy like grin when he referred to her as his girl because it made her feel butterflies a feeling she had long since forgotten. For the first time in a long time she was more than okay, she felt happy but if something plagued her mind it was his uneasy sleep, she’d often feel him shift beside her and despite her nature she knew that poking at him wasn’t the way to go so she’d wait, wait until he was ready to talk and here they were with sheets wrapped around them sharing a bed almost as if they had done forever. However tonight was different and the panicked scream coming from her almost made her jump and she cursed herself because she knew he’d noticed. Shaking her head she sighed as she pulled him to her. “Was already awake” she whispered softly as her eyes found his. “You okay?” she asked him once more knowing that the answer was no and her eyes reflected that. “Don’t shrug it off” she almost pleaded with him rubbing her nose against his. “Talk to me..” she whispered once again, because she wanted all of it, every aspect of what a relationship was supposed to be like, she wanted it more than anything.
As she rubbed her nose against his and felt his body against hers, a calming wave washed over him. He wasn't there anymore -- in that slowly rotting thing for a house they kept them in, he wasn't there hearing the screams of the people they were slowly torturing. He was home with the beautiful blonde girl next to him. He wasn't a prisoner of war anymore and he had come back. Being with Roxy was easy. They started out easier than anyone else in their life did. There were no complications, no problems, no arguments that they shouldn't be having and they got a long extremely well. They hadn't put a name to what they were -- he hadn't asked her, but they were a couple in every sense of the word. Arnold had been in love once but the love he had for the girl laying next to him was nothing compared to the one before.Maybe it was because there were no lies between them, no secrets kept; he didn't know but what he did know was that he craved her and craved everything. Not just for her body but for her mind, her heart; he craved long talks with her. Dates. Moments like this. At her response, Arnie grinned placing a soft kiss on her lips. The caring and softness coming from her voice bringing him another sense of serenity, that's what she did. How someone wild at heart that he had met a few months prior could make him feel like this, he would never understand but he accepted it. "I wish I could," Arnie finally replied, "I wish I could tell you everything," his hand raised to caress her face, his eyes taking in her facial features as he gazed at her. He wanted to tell her everything, to tell her why he was late in arriving and hadn't come back home with the rest of them but there were just some things he didn't want to worry her with, that she shouldn't be worried with and the most important thing was that he was here now, with her. Still, he knew Roxy and he knew she was persistent. "There was one time where I wanted to write to you," Arnie started, his word soft "To write to you another story about us but I couldn't. I wanted to but I couldn't."
I ain’t gonna tell her nothin’ ‘bout it, don’t worry. I still wanna live a few years, ya know?
I'm guessin' ya were avoiding her when ya got back.. She's a little bonkers, that one, isn't she? .. How ya know her?
I’m great skyscraper, and yourself?
Skyscraper, I like it. Makes me think of back home in the big city.. I'm swell, toots. Thanks for askin'
Alright, fine… You’re welcome… You did good out there, Luz.
Figured as much. They just wanna give ya a hard time, like you ain’t had a hard enough one already.
Eh, I don't really mind.. Protocol, ya know? Gotta make sure everyone stays faithful to country and whatnot...
I gotta question for ya, Capt.
The nightmares were almost consistent. One after the other, one probably worse than the other - it wouldn't get better. Arnie would wake up with a damp shirt from the sweat. Every dream would start the same, the little boy calling out his name, yelling for help and then they would hear the screams of the men and women in the gas chambers. "Stop!" he yelled,his own yell bringing him out of his nightmares and making him sit up right on his bed. Rubbing a hand past his face, he recalled the memory of sergeant telling him that he'll be heading out soon -- once he was ready and truth be told he didn't know if he ever would be ready to return but he was in this until it was over. Arnie was brought out from his thoughts by the blonde next to him, her moving and blankets rustling making him aware that she had been awake. "How you doin' sweet girl, did I wake you?"
That’s how one speaks, is it not? Out loud?
Thinking out loud. Though I'm sure you knew what I meant.
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Well Well…Welcome back.
How ya doin', short stuff?
Make that Sergeant Adkins, soldier. —-Ahhh, gotcha’! Ya seen big Wade yet? She got real emotional, didn’t she?
--- Yeah, I seen her. She was real happy, told me she'd be mad at me later and I took it. I don't think she knew or knows so I'm glad. I'd rather keep it that way.
Yeah, could I have another— Actually, never mind. I can’t even afford multiple drinks. My life has gotten to that point.
Speaking out loud?
