"London, 30th September 1918,

  My Beloved Andermis,

  I hope amidst the flames of the battlefield out there, you are still safe. The intensity of the war must be growing by the day, leaving you with little time to respond to my letters. But it's okay, my foremost concern is that you are well. Every day, I pray to the Lord. I imagine He must have memorized the phrases I repeat day in and day out. If He truly listens, He will bring you back to me...

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  Countless nights, I've laid my head on the pillow, tears smudging the patterns engraved on it. There are no words to convey the depth of my longing. I don't need any more replies, all I need is you, just you!

  Come back to me...

  Fiona."