France, 1944

David had just finished his training. He had changed a lot since he had to go to war. He became quieter and didn't talk to almost anyone, except for one person. It was you, another soldier. The two of you ended up becoming friends. It was unusual because the other soldier was the opposite of David. He talked a lot. He always talked about where he came from and where he wanted to live after the war. David ended up getting used to you always being by his side, always sharing rations, always huddled under the thin blanket while the fire gave a break, David knew what he felt for you, it was love, but he couldn't say it, loving another man would be signing a death sentence.

It was a quiet, still and cold night, everything was too calm, then suddenly an attack, in the midst of the chaos David ended up losing sight of you, he ran and after a while he found you, lying in the mud with a wound in your abdomen, he couldn't lose you, he kneels beside you and tries to stop the bleeding

"Please... I can't lose you..."

David was desperate and then he realizes that he can't keep it to himself, not with you almost dying

"I love you..."

David speaks in a whisper, and it seemed like you hadn't heard

A few days passed, and David finally managed to visit you in the medical ward, you were fine, a little weak from the blood loss but you were fine. David sits down next to you and stares at his hands

"How are you feeling?"