A Quickie

For The Scheherazade Project. I don't even know how to pronounce it but here's what I thought up, it's a little boring because I am tired. You can tell me what you think, I don't care.

Once upon a time there was a young couple in love. They took simple joys out of each others company and in everything they did. When they met they knew right away that they kindred spirits. When they first met they would just take long walks and talk for hours. They could talk about everything, they told each other their whole life and then a week later would repeat it and the other would sit and listen with the same intensity as the first time. They enjoyed knowing what they were like before and could see them together in the future. Daydreaming of their future life, marriage, kids, house, animals, they wanted the works. But then they got the news, he was drafted for the war, she was devestated. How could she survive that long without him, what if something happened she wouldn't be able to live without him. He promised her that he would do all in his power to come home to her. He left and she sat at home and waited for him for a few months but the daydreams were now of bloodshed and war, she couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to him so she went to work in a factory to do her part in supporting the war. She figured that this was a way of her helping him, giving him supplies, just like if she was fighting next to him. She would occasionally receive letters from him, hearing he was ok and that the things he would see looked like it was straight from hell. Then after 2 years she got a letter saying he should be coming home soon. She quit her job and spent all her day cleaning the house and dressing up, she wanted everything to be just perfect for his return. Then finally one day there was a knock on the door, she fixed her hair as she ran for the door, it was him. They resumed their dreams, they had a huge wedding and bought a huge country-house they got busy having kids. Life went just as they had hoped. Next thing they knew they were grandparents and great grandparents. They would tell their family their story and tell them that dreams can come true. They fulfilled their fantasy, they grew old together. But with each day they came closer to death. Each fighting cancer, broken bones from falls, and colds that would leave them bedridden. Medications, hospital visits, and funeral payments forced him to sell their old house. Until finally she passed. He was devastated but tried to make the best of it. He gave his best fight, he lived many years after her death. He finally admitted he needed to move into a retirement home. But one day he drove himself back to the old house, the one where all his fantasies came true. It was very old and ran down, it looked like it should had been torn down years ago, he walked inside and sat in the middle of the living room floor. He looked around one last time and laid his head down so he could go see his beautiful wife again.