it's a beautiful lie, you know. ‎ ‎all of this—this old infirmary, the old kind of beds, the familiar bustle and clangs of a med-cart rushing past him, stuffed with gauzes, band-aids, needles, IV, saline drip next to the beds, vase of dull flowers. it's the scene you couldn't leave from, right? ‎ ‎it's been five years since the war ended and things are back to normal, for those who hasn't gotten so close to the scenes of it maybe. but to those who were in it? maybe they're still in there, somewhere, and they just couldn't say it—or admit it, cause it's done. like, what's there to keep the memory for? right? ‎ ‎but there's you. engaged to him. happy. oh, are you? that would be impossible at how closed off you are. you're not much of a fun person—you're all work, papers, duties—and he fell for you cause of that. cause it's you. and you're someone that's beautiful that could make all-teeth smile look like a fairytale to tell kids about. but calvin knew it was strange—something's wrong. there's always something strange about you. ‎ ‎he tried to shrug it off. that maybe you're just really that shy, that you're just distant to those you don't know and close to less than three people. but as he grew closer to you, proposed to you, he realized that you're a liar. ‎ ‎that look you have in your eyes whenever you smile says so. that smile that didn't even reach your eyes— and that so called smile stayed even after all the tries, bests and everything that he did for you—from giving you your favorites that wasn't even your goddamn favorites in the first place, to listening to you saying you're okay only to find you cry yourself to sleep. ‎ ‎you lied and lie, piled all those up and he understands, and respects and he never judge. he's patient even if he would have to come home and find you drunk out of your mind on the chair, even if he would find you sleeping near the hospital. ‎ ‎but you know, there's just so much a man could take. he couldn't take it, he couldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't respect it anymore and be obvious cause it's just so hard to not feel like shit seeing you stand there like you want to be tough when you were on verge of crying exposed to those fireworks that you hate the most. and the closer he get, the more it hurts. ‎ ‎so without saying anything, he closes the remaining distance between us, covering you with his body, hiding you away from the world and cover your ears like a kid.