A little story off the top of my head. Una and Shirley romance...reviews would be helpful.
Una was at Ingleside to help Rilla sew that day. Rilla was making her wedding dress, she is to marry Ken in two months. The bride wanted everything to be perfect. Una did not like sewing much, but Rilla was a sweet thing and was worth the effort. She was wholly happy for Rilla. Even though the world may have taken her love, it doesn't mean that it has taken others' love away as well. Una marched up the stairs, feeling like a light breeze whoosh through her hair. She was glad to be out of the manse, it was very hot there. When she reached the top stair, she headed down the brightly sun cased hallway towards Rilla's room, but she was blocked by Shirley's. It was unusual for Shirley not to close his door, he had a habit of locking himself inside. As Una tried to navigate around it, she notice a stack of papers on the desk, directly beside the door on a packaging box. The papers were addressed to her: her name was written boldly on the top sheet. The papers looked although the author had planned to store them away for good. A piece of straw tie was neatly crossed over the thick stack, making it look like a present. Una picked up the papers and took a seat by the window inside Shirley's room: she closed the door. Her heart thumped harder, she knew it was wrong to pry. She was never the noisy type, but the stack of papers looked very tempting, especially when her name was on them. Una knew Shirley wouldn't be back until after lunch, which was two hours from now. Slowly, she undid the tie and started with page one…
UNA,
My darling, I vowed that when Walter bid us goodbye, I would never speak of this, ever. I still remember Uncle Davy telling us that "everyman needed a way of expressing themselves or they would become a madman ". I took Uncle Davy's advice, my darling, that is why I am writing this letter to you: a letter that I have no intention of ever sending. My darling, my first love letter will never be read. So, here is my "expression". Here is my confession of my love to you...
I don't know if you remember that time when we were down in our little Rainbow Valley. It was such a blessed day, there was rain and sun. Yes, Rainbow Valley had a rainbow within it. You looked so pleased by the beautiful strips of colour, as if it was a treasure. You were always a very wistful and quiet girl, you never spoke of more than was needed, just like me. That was probably why I fell head over heals for you, my darling. Yes, I fell in love with you that day, it has been six years. Your blue orb eyes, with a little sparkle, would look over at me just to see if I was interested. You knew how to read me too. You knew I got bored of things that don't exist. I believed in reality, just like my father. Imagination was never something I liked, or so I thought. Now, all I have is imagination to keep me company. I would make believe that you were in love with me.
However, I knew you loved him instead. I could see it on your face, as if written on by paint, "I love you Walter" it would say. Yes, I was jealous, but I think I inherited my fathers' trait of brushing things off. I thought Walter would love you back, so your love wouldn't be wasted. My brother, was oblivious, he didn't know and never will know. When I heard the news about him being shot, all I could think about was you. I wanted to go to you and comfort you, but I couldn't. I just sat outside of the manse on the tomb of "Ralph Macford" , I could see the light from your room, and I wished that you were okay. I think that night, everyone died a little bit. Yes, that included me. It induced me to go to war: I wanted to seek revenge. Though, when I got there, to the front, all the revenge left, only pity stayed with me. Death never scared me, never. I knew that we were born to die, that was why I rarely attended church. I thought that my life was to meet the standards of common sense. I was Susan's little brown boy because I was a working boy. I had goals of improvement and progression.
Una, you are a very sweet little thing. You never judge, that is why I always get tempted to send you this. Everytime I get enough courage to place this at your door, I would think about Walter and your eyes. I don't want to break this friendship because it means so much to me, my darling, it is all that keeps me going after this "love". Though, you friendship makes relationship seem more…
If this story is liked, I will finish it. If I continued, the whole story would be around 3 chapters.
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