Struggling with the Past

Chapter 3

You are sitting outside, nursing a cup of coffee. The morning sun is shining down on you, but it does little to lift your spirits. You can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you watch the USA, a tall man with muscles and sunglasses, walk by. He seems so strong and free, everything you feel like you are not.

The memories of the Soviet Union and the Third Reich flood your mind, making you feel weak and defeated once again. You can't shake off the feeling of inadequacy that has been plaguing you since your capture.

But then, the USA spots you and makes his way over. You can see the concern etched on his face as he approaches. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice kind and friendly. "You look a little down."

Your heart flutters at his words, the genuine concern in his voice making you feel seen and heard. You open your mouth to respond, but the words get stuck in your throat. You don't know how to explain the weight of your past to someone who has never had to endure it.

The USA doesn't push you, instead he sits down next to you and offers you a comforting smile. "Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone," he says.

You feel a warmth spread through your chest, the USA's words offering a small glimmer of hope. You don't know what the future holds, but for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, things will get better.