To Mr. General

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. What a beautiful wedding that was, she thought as he sat beside her quietly, admiring the audacity of her own belief that the marriage would work out. He wasn't going to stay for more than three days a month, yet here he was, sitting beside her in his uniform, smiling without saying a word. Why would he even need to speak? It's not like he sees her as his wife anyway.