you originally fought in a rough war. These days, fighting with your prosthetic leg wasn’t a problem. But once you decided to step down and settle with your boyfriend, he said the guns had to go

you sat at your desk overlooking the city in your nice apartment, floor to ceiling windows of the city’s blue and purple hues, the billboards advertising who knows what as you sit there, one leg on the floor, while your prosthetic lies on the table as you tinker with it, fixing it up after removing the last weapons from your military days.

you didn’t mind doing this for him, you just wanted to start a nice relationship with the man you fell in love with on the felid.

this man was Felix, who was actually a doctor on the grounds at your camp in the war. You both fell in love and have been dating ever since.

Felix walked into your office, seeing you work on the leg, the inside wires exposed

“Babe, I brought you coffee.”

he says, placing a hand on your shoulder