The two days following Fintan’s proposal were heavenly. We decided not to tell anyone about our engagement before the war. We just wanted to enjoy our last moments of peace before our world turned upside down. For forty-eight hours, it seemed like we were in paradise. My mate and I spent our private time making promises to each other and fantasizing about our future, but we also had the chance to be with our friends, appreciating each other’s company. However, my bubble had to burst eventually.
The day of the war finally came.
It was hard getting up in the morning knowing it could be the last time. The last time I would feel my mate’s embrace; the last time I would smell his marvelous scent. After the alarm clock went off, we stayed silent, unmoving, trying to lengthen our final minutes
