The cool evening breeze blew her hair over her face and she closed her eyes. He gently moved the long strands away from her beautiful face, tucked them behind her ears and smiled. The setting orange orb glittered off her eyes as they met the affectionate dark brown eyes of her husband. The patio, where they sat in each other’s arms, was now lit by warm neon lights. The music was playing in the living room but it could be heard where they were sitting. The soft musical rhythms echoed in the spectacular evening air.

“Guess the song, beautiful.” He whispered into her ears and softly kissed on her neck.
“This is the song we danced on…”she paused and with a shy smile said “our wedding.”
“Then madam, could I have this dance?” he gestured by holding out his hand.
“Yes of course Major!”

And they danced into the night, slowly moving to the song, in each other’s arms. Lost, lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes, each song made them smile as they remembered some sweet memory. It was like falling in love all over again. As the music was about to end, they heard distant gunfire and cries of people being shot. She panicked and her eyes glistened,” You have to go right?”

“Five minutes, please stay with me.” he pleaded but the noise grew louder. The blood could be seen in the sky as bombs exploded and the houses nearby caught fire. She pulled away from him, her hands trembling as she held the door knob and went inside closing the door behind her. She couldn’t see him now, only a faint recollection of him standing at the door in his uniform and the screams of dying people. She cried the whole night, praying that he came back home safe so that she could see him again. That never happened.

The alarm clock startled him and he woke up with a headache, again. He looked on the other side of the bed. Empty. Her scent was long gone. He picked up her photo from the night table, kissed the beautiful face of his dead wife and whispered “I love you.”