Pettibone v. Pettibone

Prologue

She walked along the seashore and looked up at the afternoon sky. The sunlight caused her tears to show on her face. The young woman stopped walking and unconsciously glanced over at the Avonlea lighthouse. Her last memory of him four long months ago was there. Something pulled her back to that old lighthouse. She sat down on the lighthouse steps as she had that day. The only difference was that he wasn't there.

He had arrived that morning at his sister's wedding in uniform. He hadn't even told her. He hadn't told anyone. His parents weren't thrilled but came to accept it. She was upset. Upset that he hadn't told her. Upset that he was going off to war. Upset that he was leaving her.

She placed her left hand on the empty step beside her. After the wedding she had ran off, hoping to be able to think through what she had just saw. He found her, though. He always knew where she would be. He had sat down right next to her on this very step, explained why he had to do it, and told her for the first time of his love for her. He had promised her that he would come back to her. Now, he was gone. She couldn't believe it, but he was gone. She would never see him again.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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