If you think it’s crazy writing to fictional characters, you’d probably not known a one so well.
Isabelle. Vianne. Antoine. Sophie. Rachel. Gaeten. Jullien.
Every single name is ringing in my ears since the last three days. I do not like eating, sleeping, rest aside doing anything else.
Our history books didn’t quite capture the acute longingness those men, women, and children had to suffer or the trauma that carried along even after the war.
And amidst everything, there was this fierce, heart of a lion, young beautiful girl of nineteen who would know love and war, and passion and survival. Only at the end, to face death, in the arms of her beloved. It happened infront of her family, her home. The Nightingale. She teaches me so many things. She’s a hero.
Until last year, the war usually meant the second or the first world war. Today, the word ‘war’ reminds of 2022, and it’s heart wrenching.