Hey! Ive decided to publish my very first one-shot! This one is about the usual Rob and Annie. Criticize, but dont be too harsh; this is my first one-shot, AND my first shot at a romance fic. This is all written in Annies point of view. Hope you like it! ;) BTW, in case you didnt know, Robert Shaw had blonde hair and blue eyes youll see soon why I added this in the authors note. I highly recommend you listen to Haunted by Taylor Swift before reading this. You can find it on YouTube.

Haunted

The Fifty-fourths march down Beacon Street was a cheerful event for everyone everyone except me. My Robert was leaving me again. How could everyone possibly be so cheerful? Especially Sarah? Her own son was leaving to fight in a cruel and bloody war that had been raging for almost three years. I was proud of my newly wed husband, of course, but the bitter sadness consumed me and silenced any other emotion. I waited out on Josephines balcony for almost an hour, listening to loud, cheerful music while prominent people rode by in horse-drawn coaches surrounded by marching soldiers that had just recently enlisted. They were all white, but I could tell they felt out of place by the looks on their faces. How could they not be? They were surrounded by coloreds, and probably felt like the antagonists. I tried to take my mind off Robert for a while. I watched the musicians march through the streets making their magic. I couldnt though; my mind just kept wandering back to Robert. Every powerful note that bellowed out of the huge horns seemed to rush at me and slam me in the face. Every light cheery flutter of a flute made me want to mock them all of them. They were so ignorant and proud, and until now, I never paid it much mind. But now it all seemed so simple. People didnt understand war; I didnt understand it myself. But what I did understand was that it tore those you loved away from you and left an empty hole in your heart that would haunt you forever.

I thought I would burst if he didnt show up soon. I waited and waited, and eventually started to pace the balcony, beads of sweat running down my forehead from the warm, moist May air. I would never forget this date. May 28th one of the most important days of my life one of the most important days of my husbands life, and therefore mine as well. Then finally I saw. I blocked out the music, the cheers, the sights everything. I focused only on him his soft, golden hair that shone like gold in the hot sun. I lost myself in his deep, blue eyes that were as endless, beautiful, and captivating as the sea. I could still feel his smooth, pale skin on the back of my hand. And then came the thing that almost made me crack his voice his beautiful, strong, powerful voice. I knew then that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and I would never see nor meet anyone like him again. He was a god.

Eyes, right! He called. He looked straight at me, and I looked straight at him. I felt as if I could drown in those eyes; I could almost see the waves rolling and crashing. I saw many things in those eyes. I saw happiness and love. I saw sadness and despair. I saw pride and strength. I saw passion. He knew he had to force his eyes front again. He seemed to be in terrible pain when he tried to look away. Finally, he mustered the courage and tore his gaze away from me.

Eyes, front! He called to his men. Those words seemed so poisonous to me, and I knew that they would never leave me ever.

You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time

But I never thought Id live to see it break

Before I could blink a teary eye, the parade was over. It had ended all too quickly, and Robert had come and gone like a wisp of smoke that I tried to catch, but it slipped through my fingers all the time. Dusk was settling in, and an evil emptiness was forcing its way into my now cold, black heart. I didnt want to talk to anyone else. I didnt want to trust anyone else. I imagined that Robert must have felt a bit guilty after leaving, which led me to feel the same way. There was a horrible knot in my stomach; just waiting silently in anticipation, and eventually, would flip it over. Fate was making a horrible mistake.

Its getting dark and its all too quiet

And I cant trust anything now

And its comin over you like its all a big mistake

I lay on my bed afterward, thinking about how everything had gone so horribly wrong. I had retired early and without supper. I tried to eat, but felt like it might come back up before I could swallow. I climbed out of bed and tried opening the window. It helped a bit. I prayed for Robert, hoping he would come back alive and unharmed. It was like I was reading one of my suspense novels; I didnt know what was to happen, and usually I liked holding my breath, sitting on the edge of my armchair, holding my breath, and reading until the end. This time though, I wanted to skip to the part where my Robert came home to me. Any moment now, I would wake up from this awful nightmare and Robert would walk into the room with his playful stride and embrace me, telling me everything was going to be okay. I couldnt lose him again, not after I had come so close at Antietam. When I tried to think of him now, laughing and smiling like the man I so desperately loved, I could only see the strict, stern man in that dark blue uniform, handing out orders to privates and officers. Why could I not think of the Robert I knew?

Holding my breath

Wont lose you again

Somethings made your eyes go cold

Why would he leave me like this? How could he leave me like this? It seemed incomprehensible. Not only was it saddening to see him leave me, but also his own family!

Come on, come on

Dont leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Somethings gone terribly wrong

Youre all I wanted

I started to hyperventilate, and then I was choking on air. My breath came in short gasps, and I gripped the bedpost for support, trying to calm myself.

Come on, come on,

Dont leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Cant breathe whenever youre gone

Cant turn back

Now Im Haunted

I lay on the bed again, now more relaxed and breathing normally. I flashed back to the march earlier that evening. I remembered everything. I remembered him, I remembered the scenery, and I remembered the music. I remembered how he had looked at me with those beautiful sapphire blue gems of eyes, and I knew he loved me. He loved me no matter what; that was why he had married me, and that was why he had gone to protect his home and his family from the horrors of war. And I knew even more how much I loved him.

Stood there and watched you walk away

From everything we had

But I still mean every word I said

To you

The flashback changed. I was sitting at my desk in the parlor when there was a knock at the door. It was no more than two hours after the parade had ended, and I was still shaken. A young man about my age had come to call on me, simply as a friend. Sarah had arranged this; I had no doubt about it. He seemed plenty nice and gracious, but, though I knew it was not the most polite or ladylike thing to do, I turned him down. I told him I was feeling a bit ill, which was not a lie, but indeed true.

He will try to take away my pain

And he just might make me smile

But the whole time Im wishing he was you

Instead

It had been nearly two months now since Roberts departure, and I was beginning to recover. And then the postman came and killed me. He killed me in the most brutal way you can murder someone. He handed me the toxic letter with no compassion, though I was certain he knew what its contents were. I knew what I held in my hand. I didnt even acknowledge the postman, but he deciphered the fact that it was time for him to leave. I held in my hand the piece of parchment on which the horrible fates of both my husband and I had been mercilessly inscribed.

I didnt want to believe what I read, even though I knew it was true. My Robert, my poor Robert was gone forever! Dead and buried in the sand with no steady heartbeat like resounding boom of a timpani drum, no warm, rosy cheeks, no sparkling blue eyes. And therefore, I was dead too.

Holding my breath

Wont see you again

Something keeps me holding

Onto nothing

Come on, come on

Dont leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Somethings gone terribly wrong

Youre all I wanted

Come on, come on

Dont leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Cant breathe whenever youre gone

Cant turn back

Now Im Haunted

He wasnt gone; I knew he wasnt. I stayed in a state of denial for what seemed an eternity, hoping that it was all a bad dream and I would soon wake up but I knew I wouldnt. I had to except the inevitable. My only love was gone forever.

I know, I know

I just know

Youre not gone

You cant be gone

No

Come on, come on

Dont leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Cant breath whenever youre gone

Cant go back

Im Haunted

Oh Oh Oh

I found myself lying on the bed yet again, a never-ending waterfall of sorrow pouring out my eyes, my lips, and my heart. Eventually, the safe, precious haven of sleep overtook me, and I then there was darkness.

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Never ever though Id see it break

Never thought Id see it