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Remembrance
By MeriBeth

1942 – Debden, England 

November 24, 1941 

My darling Wesley, 

I am, once again, dreaming about how much I want to be with you, wondering if you're thinking about me too. I wish I could hold you right now and tell you how much I love you and miss you. Oh, how I long to hear your voice and to feel your arms around me. As I sit here alone and think about you miles away, my heart smiles even though we are a world apart. I never knew that it was possible to love someone as deeply as I have come to love you. 

I never knew love could be like this: so strong, so deep, and so overwhelming. You have stirred feelings and emotions in my heart as no one has ever done before. In your shy smiles and quiet company, you have shown me the real meaning of love. 

Though I am sure that it has been an amazing experience for you over there, my days are still filled with missing you and my nights are empty and lonely. I hope with all my heart that you will get the leave you’ve applied for, so that all our plans will come to pass. So that we’ll never be alone again but together for always, the way we both have dreamed. 

I’ve been given my assignment. I’ll be going to the most beautiful and relaxing of the Navy bases, Pearl Harbor out in Hawaii. I thought perhaps we could marry there, as it’s so pretty. By the time this reaches you, I’ll be there, waiting with anticipation for you to arrive for your visit. 

I love you, now and always. 

Winifred

Wesley Wyndham refolded the letter, memories of her echoing in his mind. Tucking the letter into the small book that was his diary, he laid it aside. He could still see her, the wind ruffling her hair as they strolled along the beach at Eglin Air Force Base when she had visited right before he’d left the second time for London. 

Months, months it had been since he’d discovered her name on those lists, considered joining her. That temptation was still here, yet he was needed here. So he fought, fought a battle that wasn’t his; how could he truly fight this war when she was gone? 

Lying back in the bed, he closed his eyes, letting the memories roll over him again, imagined hearing her soft voice calling his name.

2002 – Los Angeles
“Wesley?” Fred called softly from the doorway. She didn’t really want to wake him, but Cordelia insisted that they needed him to narrow down the search for the creature in her latest vision. Fred crept farther into the office, moving as silently as she could, for he looked so peaceful. 

It wasn’t until she had rounded the desk, perching on a corner, that she saw he was crying in his sleep, murmuring something about missing someone. Fred wondered what he was dreaming about, or perhaps who, and reached out a hand, laying it on his arm. “Wesley?” 

Wesley shifted, blinking a couple of times and running a hand over his face. “What is it, Fred?” he asked softly. He sat up, the book and papers he’d been looking at falling to the floor. 

“Cordy needs your help with her vision.” Fred slid off the desk, crouching to pick up the papers. As she started to hand them to Wesley, she caught a glimpse of them. Pausing, she drew the top sheet closer, then gasped as she realized what it was: a letter from Winifred to Wesley. “Where?” She read through it, dropping abruptly to the floor. “Where did you get this?” 

“My mother.” Wesley reached out and took the papers from her, refolding the well-creased pages and tucking them into a small, old book on the desk. “I asked her for some of his papers.” He smiled, a soft, shy smile, and held a hand out to Fred to help her from the floor.