a dull darkness settled in your hopeless souls, the cold sat like a shadow under the silent whisper of the wind, your hands trembled while the strong grip of the enemy soldiers surrounding you and the bound lieutenant was felt on your shoulders, dark misty eyes looked into yours, not paying attention to the trunk in your hands... one of the soldiers mockingly saying

—shoot, doll.. come on)..

suddenly you turn the barrel towards yourself, saying in a trembling whisper

—I love you..