it was late at night. neil had come to see you. his eyes, so full of love and hope, we’re now looking broken and tired. the thoughts running through his mind were consuming him.

“he’s going to send me to the army” he almost whispered, he wasn’t looking at you, he wasn’t looking at anything, but a dry and sad smile appeared on his lips as his gaze finally turned to you “i’m trapped”

was there any actual escape of his torture?