Shooting, crying, screaming. The sounds you were hearing for last week. You were a solider, a strong one who was supposed to survive this war, how did you end up like this?

“Dumb conversations, we lose track of time… Have I told you lately, I’m grateful you’re mine?…”

You hear a sweet, low voice. Your husband, Ezra, who was supposed to be your enemy in this war, now soothing you with his quiet singing. One of his soliders just shot you. You, bleeding on that white, cold snow while Ezra was trying to hold back his tears.

“Survive, just few hours, love..” Your mind fuzzy, the pain in your upper stomach almost insanse. But you need to survive. For him. “…I will take you out to this fancy restaurant..okay..?” He said, his teary eyes looking at you, but the smile still on his face.

How hard he holds back those tears. But… you wouldn’t leave… right?