Another love (zelenskyy fanfic)

Chapter 3 (edited)

He knows how scared I am of him going outside, but he insists on going out every so often to check how things are going. To get the feeling of the situation from his citizens. It keeps the image of him here afloat. Everyone knows he's still here. I have him post videos with Kyiv in the background, or him showing it off somehow during the post. Yet, he wants to go outside during an active war.

So here we are in the city center of Kyiv; skies that were once ocean blue are not covered in gray clouds created by the ash and smoke. Rubble lay where buildings once stood. Our numbers are not high, but they were innocent and uncalled for.

Our Independence Monument is no longer standing high and proud over our capital. It was one of the first targets they were able to hit from long range. We have since been able to push them farther back, but the tears that came to my eyes seeing it in person, when we drove up, were ones of terror, but I was able to keep them soft to not stop production.

We are here to do a video to convey that no matter what they destroy they will not take our independence and freedom. It's something we planned and wrote out together, but he had to throw in this being the location, even though we could have done it from literally anywhere else. I get why he wants to do it here, but there is no real way to do this without keeping him safe.

Everything was set up to record the video when we arrived, so this should at least be a fast shoot and we can get back to the bunker. When we arrived, military men were encircling us, and roaming the square, to make sure it was as safe as it could be. Volodymyr stood close to me, arms brushing.

Then there was a loud pop. Before I could look over his body fell onto mine, pushing me onto the ground. I pull-ins head into my lap, as everyone around us comes rushing to our side.

Blood started to pool on my lap, cradling his head. Blood Curdling screams were the only noise that was able to come out of my mouth. The man that I had grown to love was dead in my lap. There was no saving him. Everything we had been through, everything he had done for himself and his country was finished. He fought until the last second.

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My eyes jolt open, as I come to the real reality. My body is overheated and my forehead is drenched in a cold sweat, head pounding. That was all a dream, but it felt so real. My breathing was heavy. Once I had my breathing under control, I reached for my water bottle, to try to get even more settled back to reality.

Unlike last time I saw it. I saw the horrors that can be. It scared me. I have been trying to be strong, but the visual of it felt so real. I could feel myself start to get upset, and I knew what I needed to do. Something that was promised to me.

I got up from my bed, slid my shoes on, and started down the hallway. There was not much activity; it must be a pretty quiet night right outside.

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Ivan, stood solo at the door that separates the private quarters of the President and the rest of the bunker. It's just a little past midnight, it's quiet down here right now, as we enter the seventh day of this battle. We've survived longer than they thought we would, but deep down we knew it was not going to be easy for them. Ivan's eyes are fighting to stay open, as he has been on duty for almost twelve hours now; someone should be coming to cover soon.

"Good evening." I greet him, as I make my way in front of him.

"Evening." He answered, almost forced.

"May I see him?" My voice broke. No one has gone into Volodymyr's private area, that I know of over the past week. He probably only spends a few hours a day in there, the more this drags on the less and less time he spends in there.