GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH

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    The air was practically telling him this was a bad idea. Darkness covered the streets and the air felt as if it was covered in layers of smoke.


    Of course Ben knew it was a bad idea long before he sent that letter. Leaning against a wall in an alleyway, his hands nervously combed through the strands of black hair. How long had it been since he last saw her? It was the night before he reported to camp. Three months maybe? He should have told her then. All the time they spent talking politics and such, she might have been proud;or scolded him for being too optimistic. He couldn’t force himself too. That final conversation was business as usual and then he vanished into the night.


    He wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for them being deployed further north. He can’t leave her like that. Besides. This is his chance. He’d made that promise to her father to create a name that the man would be proud handing his daughter to. There was no way he was blowing this shot. The longer he waited in the chilled darkness though, the more he doubted she would show up.


    What if his superiors find him here? That should be the real question. A low ranking soldier lurking in alleyways after troops have gotten orders to move. They could probably get him on charges of treason and probably wouldn’t hesitate. So was a potential treason charge worth it? Was Grace worth it?


    Now that’s something he probably didn’t have an answer for.


    As the breeze cut through, Ben pulled the red wool of his coat tighter around himself in hopes of blocking out some more of the wind. What if she hadn’t even gotten the letter? She probably expects him to have finally listened to her father’s threats. If Grace knew anything about him though, that was the last thing that would pop into her head.


    He smoothed out his waist coat again and checked the buttons. Why was this as stressful as it was? She’d be proud, right?