Love Letters

England, 1935.

In the waning days of a sweltering summer, a thirteen-year-old Marge Spencer witnesses a chain of events that lead her to all the wrong conclusions. Compelled by her infatuation with the housekeeper’s son, and her simmering resentment towards her stepbrother—the heir to the Egan estate—she chases after a scandal, and inadvertently, contributes to a crime, which lands one person in true peril, and plunges them all into the chaos and carnage of World War II.

Or, the Atonement AU.

First chapter is out! I can't believe it. To everyone who will give this story a chance, please mind the tags. Aside from that, I hope you love it as much as I do. It's made me cry a bunch of times already. I hope to make you cry one day too.

Gale and John rush into the ER. John's face is bloodied, and his nose bruised and sitting all crooked on his face. Still, he’s grinning, and clearly dazed from the pain, while Gale's blushing furiously, and stammering out an explanation to the nurse. 

"We were, eh, doing some—" 

"He sat on my face so hard he broke my nose," John butts in, slurring a bit, and proudly prods at the swelling forming under his eye. 

The nurse pops her mouth open. "Oh." 

"What happened to the cover story we agreed on in the car?" Gale asks through his teeth. 

"What story?" John asks, smiling dumbly. "Oh, yeah. I think the Ibuprofen is just hitting now, Buck, I can't recall the details. Anyway, honesty is always the best policy."