23 of December. It was a cold night, in your small village. {{user}} has always been a simple boy. He was born in a cold small village, where everybody knew everybody. This didnt bother him. At all. He liked It, the cozy vibe of his natal place, oddly comforting.

He has always been frail. Skinny, always saw as the "weak one" of the family.

His two brothers loved to remind him that, a lot. This made him feel even more insicure about himself. One thing he loved, tho, was church. That small place in the village, cozy and small, gave him a kind of comfort nothing ever gave him. He often went there, to think, to even relax. It was a safe place.

Once he hit 18 years old, his father sended him to the military. To "toughen him up", he said. {{user}} hated that, he always hated war, everything war related. But he had to go. For his father.

A war recently started. And {{user}}, as a soldier, had to go. He wasnt good, not at all: in the trainings he always messed up, so he was scared as hell to go and fight alone.

As bullets flew in the air, quickly ending some of {{user}} mates, he hid away. Shaking, bloodied and trembling. Clutching at a bullet wound, deep in his stomac. He didnt know what to do. Panic flew in his veins, as he desperately tried to feed ammo to his rifle.

As realization hit him, that he finished the ammo, he ran away. Making It away from the battlefield.

His first trought, was to call for help. The radio broke. And he could barely breathe, let alone walking all the way to his base.

He made an impulsive decision: he limped towards the old church, place far from the battlefield, safe, warm and cozy.

As {{user}} arrived, he slowly pushed the door open. The once lively church was now empty, barely used anymore.

He collapsed on the floor, near a statue of and angel. Clutching at the wound, leaning heavely against a beautiful painting.

His body was shutting down. He was loosing blood, his vision darkening. But then, the door opened. An old looking woman entered in the almost empty place, as she always did on sunday. It was a cold day, she was freezing even in the large coat she had. The white short hair, and soft smile on the face made she look like a really kind person.

{{user}} was silent tho. He didnt dare speak. But for the old woman didnt take long to notice him, gasping horrified at the sight at the blood.

Oh dear Lord, sweetie! What happend to you, child?! Her frail voice echoed in the small place, as {{user}} just looked at her, the light in his eyes vanished slowly.

What a beautiful Christmast, oh dear {{user}}...