I knew that Tommy wanted to help his aunt Polly a few days ago so that is why I didn't want to bother him. However, there haven't been any signs of his life since then so I decided to surprise him with an idea that came up to my mind the evening we were at the theatre.

I gave my father, who was sitting beside the table, a plate full of food that mainly came from our garden. Roasted duck with vegetables, cooked by me, was his favourite meal. He looked at me when he noticed I didn't decide to eat lunch but instead of this, I started putting some fruit in a little basket. I decided to surprise Tommy with a picnic by the lake. In fact, it has been our favourite place because of many beautiful memories we shared there. I chose that place for the picnic because he could relax there after those few days he was absent for some reason.

"(Y/N), aren't you hungry?" my father asked me. "You have been working since morning."

"I have some plans, dad," I responded. "Are you enjoying your meal?" I looked at him after I had put some strawberries in the basket. He nodded while eating and it was the end of the conversation.

After I put one of my airy dresses on, I left home holding the basket. I headed to Tommy's house enjoying the views and a nice summer weather. Fields and meadows are splendid at this time of year.

Finally, I made it through to my boyfriend's house. I knocked on the door trying to hide my excitement. However, after a few tries, nobody has opened the door which made me confused. I decided to look through the window that was placed next to the door to check if somebody is inside but I haven't seen hide nor hair of Tommy.

I decided to wait for him in front of the house but after about half an hour I realised it was pointless. "Where are you, Tommy?" I sighed.

Feeling a little bit disappointed I chose to come back home. I was wondering what Tommy was doing but when I recalled he had said that he was going to help her aunt, I banished my thoughts. Probably it took longer than expected.

Speaking of the devil, I noticed aunt Polly who was heading to my house. It has never happened before so I was confused. I quickened my pace to approach that woman who was wearing a long black dress and a hat with a feather attached to it. She has always been a classy person. I'm filled with admiration for her.

"Aunt Polly!" I shouted to get her attention. When she turned her head smiling slightly, I waved at her.

"Hello, my dear," she said when I came to her. "It's nice to see you".

"If I may ask, what are you doing here?"

She looked down at my basket which made her sigh. I frowned in misunderstanding.

"You wanted to see him, didn't you?" she asked. "Can we talk?"

Her tone of voice made me anxious because I immediately felt something is wrong. I asked her in because I wanted to hear what she is going to tell me but she refused. We ended up on a bench in my garden.

"Oh my dear," she started. "He is such an asshole."

"What do you mean?"

She handed me a little envelope which turned out to be heavier than I expected.

"What is this?" I have never been more confused in my life.

"Thomas is... Thomas is in France."

My heart dropped.

He fucking what?

"They sent him and his brothers to fight for our country." Aunt Polly grabbed my hands to show me support. I gulped and blinked a few times trying to understand what has just happened.

"I'm sorry but... He went to fucking France?" I paused, looking at her face. "The place where thousands of people are dying at the moment? The WAR place?"

She nodded reluctantly. I immediately started crying, not knowing what to say and what to do. I felt as if a bullet pierced my heart, killing everything that has ever mattered to me. My head was a complete mess.

"And this envelope is..." I looked down at the packet and opened it before aunt Polly could say anything. "Is that...money? What does it mean? What am I supposed to do with it?!"

The woman wanted to settle me down but every next second of my life was harder to deal with.

"Thomas wanted me to give it to you."

"For what? I haven't seen more money in my life, what is it for? I don't want this at all, I want Tommy to go back! Oh my god!"

"My dear..."

"Was he even helping you with something a few days ago? OR was he on his way to France then?!

"(Y/N), please..."

"He is a fucking lier!" I yelled before she could add anything. My emotions were unpredictable, my whole world has just collapsed.

How long has he been concealing the truth? How many secrets does he have and why don't I know about them? Does he even love me?

"What is going on?" I heard my mother shouting from the window. I looked at her and I dried my face with a hand.

"He has gone."

Confusion appeared on her face. "What? Who?"

The love of my life, mother.