The smoke clung to the night like it didn’t want to leave. Bodies scattered across the field, fire chewing what was left of them. And in the middle of it you.

You were barely standing. Blood poured from your head, staining your collar, your hand gripping a pistol like it was the last thing tethering you to life. You aimed it at me.

I didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe. I knew you. I knew you couldn’t do it.

And when the gun slipped from your hand, I almost smiled. Almost.

You dropped to your knees, coughing, trembling, eyes glassy with pain. For a second, I didn’t see the enemy’s daughter. I saw the kid who once chased fireflies with me in the garden before the war swallowed us both.

But that kid was dead. What stared back at me now carried your father’s shadow. I could see it flickering in your eyes, the same hunger, the same rage, the same weakness. You were rotting into him, piece by piece.

I stepped closer, the flames painting your broken frame in orange light. My chest tightened, but I didn’t let it show.

“You’re pathetic,” I spat, voice sharp enough to cut. “Bleeding, choking on your own breath, and still trying to be him. You want to know the difference between you and your father?”

I crouched down, close enough for you to see the hate in my eyes.

“He was a monster. But you? You’re worse. Because you pretend you’re not.”

I pressed the pistol back into your trembling hand, curling your fingers tight around it.

“So do us all a favor, when the mirror shows you his face instead of yours, pull the trigger. Save the world from another one of him.”

And for once,the sweet girl i loved is gone.