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Planet- Whenleygual

1. High snowy mountains, dotted with small towns and villages.

2. Vast valleys with large running rivers that have become the heart of modern industry.

3. Large stretches of green fields scared with the remains of a long finished grand conflict.

Song- The Dubliners: Rambling Rover

That was a really intresting read! Sad, but pretty realistic!

Mid 1960s America, the son of a politician just came out to his family right after his college graduation, which didn't go well. Now him and his boyfriend fresh back from Vietnam are trying to help each other through there own issues.

I appreciate ya saying so. I don't usually write on here, so I appreciate the positive reception.

Yeah, part of me really didn't want to end it on such a sad note but as I thought about it, it just kind of made the most sense. Glad you liked it though!

I can't blame you on that one, good to hear you liked it though!

I really don't like social interactions with other people, I've always had a lot of difficulties when it came to meeting and talking with new people. It got even worse when I came out to as gay to my parents, I didn't talk to almost anyone for a long time. That's why I liked working on cars so much, I could just put on my headphones and stay in my own world. It wasn't until Ryan brought his car in one day that I even considered talking with anyone. He was really patient and really kind to me, but also persistent enough to push me to do things. It took a long time for me to adjust to even calling him my boyfriend, but I was honestly so happy when he asked me to marry him.

When I first went to family events with him I was so nervous, and parts of his family did take some time to accept us, but he always stood up for me and they all eventually came around. They all even came to the wedding while none of my family even acknowledged me when I tried to talk to them about it. I never really knew that much about what Ryan did, he didn't talk about it but he always said he was a "Union guy" which I didn't really understand but I didn't really question it either. I was just happy to be with him.

A lot of people he worked with would come to big events, and he would introduce me to them, I still don't really talk much around other people but Ryan said they all seemed to like me which is good I guess. After awhile a lot of them started showing up at my garage when they needed any work done on their cars. It did seem a little weird and I was kind of confused when they all kept insisting on overpaying me, but the extra work was nice at least.

But today one of them came in with bullet holes all over his car and he was bleeding, I was really scared and I wasn't even sure what to do. He kept yelling at me to call some doctor but then all these gunshots started going off outside and I just ran into the supply closet and locked the door, I called the only person I could think of.

"Jamie? Jamie! Hey are you okay? You're spacing out on me again babe! I'm here now! We took care of those guys! Come on talk to me!"

"Wh...what? Oh! I'm sorry I um... Ryan I don't..."

He was right, I was completely spacing out. Running over everything that brought me to this moment. I tried to talk but it was so hard to get the words out. Ryan being around always helped me, but now having just seen him and his friends show up and shoot all those guys, it just put me in a state. I'm scared. I feel like I'm drowning in fear and anxiety, and now I'm worried the only hand to ever help pull me out is about to start holding me under. I don't know if this is like the movies, but looking back it all makes sense now. I can't believe I was so blind, maybe I just didn't want to see it. I didn't want to see that the only person who ever actually cared for me being involved in something so brutal. In the end I could only work out one thing.

"Do you have to kill me now?"

I didn't want him to answer, because I was pretty sure I already knew. But it was all I could think to say in the moment. Then I looked up and he had a mortified look on his face and he quickly wrapped his arms around me tightly, he was even choking up when he spoke.

"I could never do that to you, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm so sorry Jamie, I should have told you about all of this. I love you, I promise I would never do anything like that to you. I am so sorry."

As he spoke all I could do was hug him back. I was scared and I didn't know what was going on, but even through all this, his voice was still like the light at the end of a tunnel. I want to believe him, maybe because I don't know what else I can do. But all I know is that I still want to love him.

"I don't I know if I can handle this Ryan, this is too much. I don't understand what is happening."

"You don't have handle this, never again. I swear to you. I'm leaving this behind. Let's go somewhere far away, somewhere nice. We'll get you a new garage, just you and me."

I was so happy to hear him say that, I wanted that to happen. I wanted to be with him, I wanted to run away. Part of me always felt locked away staying in the same city as my parents anyway. I was so happy when he said that, I wanted it to be true. But when I opened my eyes all I could see was the gun barrel from behind him.

As I lay on the ground fading I could hear him yelling and shooting at his friends. Part of me knew this was coming, a bigger part of me didn't want to belive it. But at least in my final moments I could see that he truly did mean what he said. He really did want to run away with me. I'm so tired and cold now. It was nice experiencing true happiness for once though, even if it was for only a short time. I still love him.

(Sorry that got pretty dark at the end there. But let me know what y'all think of the story!)

Glad to hear ya think so lol.

A unit of Austro-Hungarian soldiers in 1915 find themselves isolated and cut off by Italian forces in a small town and have to fight through the night to attempt a breakthrough to avoid capture.

The ocean truly is an amazing thing. Every morning and every evening I find myself getting lost in its endless waters. It seems to be the only thing in my life that hasn't changed.

"Are you listening to me Agent Murphy? It is very imperative that you-"

"Pay attention, I know Clark. And stop calling me Agent, I've been retired for ten years. Can you just finish your little assignment already? I do have a resort to run."

"Well lucky for you I am just about done. We just need to go over a brief course on classified materials."

"I have been with this little club since it was still the OSS. Don't you dare try to talk to me about how to keep a secret. If that is all you have, we're done here."

I could tell he was angry as he stormed off, part of me felt bad, the other part didn't care. I was just glad it was over with. I took an elevator down to the lobby. It's pretty empty for the most part, November always seems to be our slow month. Often times I put on a friendly face and greet the guests. But today someone has caught my eye. A face I haven't seen in a very long time, one I shouldn't be seeing now. I figure I may as well act as I always do.

"Good morning sir. Welcome to the Six Palms Resort! I am Sean Murphy and I'm the owner. Would you like some assistance with your bags?"

The look he gave me was filled with all kinds of emotions, joy, sadness, maybe even some regret.

"You're still alive, I thought if anything you would be old. Yet here you are."

"Well sir, why don't we get you to your room? If you have any questions I'd more more than happy to answer them for you there."

Leading him from the lobby, I could feel my heart flutter. It seems he really is who I thought. I don't know what this means, but for the first time in a long time I feel excited about something. We both went into his room and placed his luggage on the bed. I turned to him and before I could say anything, I was wrapped in his arms. I was awash with emotions but in that moment I could only say one thing.

"Sasha, I missed you."

We spent the entire day in that room. The last time I felt this way was 1972, the last time I saw him. That next morning I woke up beside him. He was already awake, looking at me.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Sasha, yesterday was amazing. But I think we should talk."

His slight grin dropped and he proceeded to do exactly as I said, talk.

"You are the only person who even understood what I have gone through. That summer in 1972 was the only time I felt I could talk to someone. That is why I never said anything to the KGB, I didn't even report on the Cuban nationals like I was supposed to. I spent so long wandering the world. I took a chance, hoping you really were like me. And now I see that you are, I am tired of roaming. I just want to stay here, with you."

Listening to him talk made me almost break down completely. I had felt the same for so long. This will be complicated, especially when I try to explain this to Clark. But I am willing to take this journey with Sasha. We've been searching our whole lives for something like this. When we met it was impossible, we're were on different sides of a ideological war and regardless, society wouldn't have accepted us back then. But now, everything has worked out for us. I can finally start my life, and I'm so excited.