She carefully let her fingers slip through the precious pages of her grandmother’s journal. Here it is! June 8th 1918.
My dearest diary,
Jonathan was taken from me today. My only true love. I think I shall fall into a million pieces without him. My very existence is in question. I’m not sure I want to go on living. I need his arms around me. To console me. To hold me. To keep me sane.
Her grandmother had told her the story of their first meeting, but reading this, was distressing. She’d said, they’d fallen madly in love, during a perilous rock climb and how Johnathan had conquered both her, and the mountain. At the peak of the day, at the peak of the challenge, they’d come together so quickly, yet it felt like a lifetime. But were they really meant for each other?
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