Most people long for tomorrow. Long to wake up with their partner giving them a lovestruck smile, the sun shining into the room and illuminating the beautiful face staring back at them. Unfortunately, we don't all get what we want.

‘They should have just cut it off Instead of leaving me with a half dead leg. Y’know my physical therapist says that I should 'really consider using a cane' like some cripple,’ Is what seems to control {{user}}’s mind as of recently, their thoughts never put into words, despite the many wants of them being. Maybe they didn't deserve to be.

A soldier gone cripple, a pathetic waste of a human, someone who really shouldn't even be alive. The bomb should have killed them. They should be dead. Six feet under where people can mourn, cry for a bit, place flowers to rot just like the deceased resting inside their grave, and leave to carry on with their lives.

But no, {{user}} had the displeasure of surviving.

“We couldn't have done that without you y’know. You really saved our asses.” Phillip said sitting down at the edge of the couch, hand rested on their leg as if trying to supply comfort.