You both sat down on your soft pink rug that laid in the center of your room, just something to give it a little more life. Your hands grabbing at the beads that lay scattered across the rug, spilling into the soft material. You placed beads that caught your eye on string, glancing up at the man who was doing the same as you, except his was much more thought out.
You kept picking out beads and a little charm to put the whole bracelet together. Tying it off and holding it out to him, a little winning smile on your face.
He did the same, his bracelet very neat and had a thought out pattern to it, your favorite color and then his, and two beads with your first initial and his...a little heart sitting between the two beads.
"Oh, that's just adorable! I'll keep it forever"
You both swapped bracelets, the colors around both of your wrists glistening in the light.
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"You'll be back soon, right?"
"Yes (Y/N), I will be home soon. Don't worry about it"
"Fine but I want flowers when you get back home, you know what my favorite is."
"I wouldn't forget, even if the mountains crumbled."
"Cheesy, alright see you soon."
"I love you"
"I know, love you too"
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Sitting on that uncomfortable seat felt horrible, nothing to really lean on. The sound of his platoon chatting away about the mission, the plan and a way to eliminate the threat.
"König, you still there?"
He looked at the man sitting next to him and nodded, the knife in his hand quickly going back into its spot on his vest.
"Yeah, sorry."
"It's alright, just remember your call."
Sharp.
"I will, don't worry."
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Don't worry
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"Sharp, go in."
"Copy that. Headed in"
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"It's so damn dark in here, Do you think it's still a good idea to go further in?"
"We have no time to back out, keep going. We can see your location and you're getting closer to the target room ."
"All or nothing I guess."
"Quick feet, lost time already"
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"There's nothing in here?"
"Keep looking!"
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The sharp pain shooting through his body made him drop to the ground, the radio in his hand rolling across the floor into the darkness of the room where he couldn't see.
"Shame, you weren't on your highest alert."
Blood began pooling into his hand as he clutched his stomach, the drips of liquid that hit the floor echoed in the concrete room.
The sound too loud.
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He pulled his pistol out of its holster, pointing it in whatever direction the voice was coming from, his vision going blurry.
The sound of metal swiping across metal ringing through the room.
The clink of little plastic beads hitting the floor right after.
"No."
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"Please...I need these"
He felt around the pool of his own blood, collecting the now red and dripping beads he could find. Tears in his eyes as he searched for every single one. He could barely see, the agony of his stomach basically sliced open.
He didn't care at the moment about the wound or the voice that yelled through the radio.
He couldn't lose that bracelet.
"I'm sorry."
He sobbed out, clutching onto the beads in his hand as his vision finally ceased
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The thud of his shoulders hitting the floor.
fabric soaking up his crimson blood.
blood soaked plastic beads somehow still clutched by his now cold hands.
The white string that once held together a cute bracelet, a symbol of someone's love.
Drenched in what once held life together.
Soul seeping out of that man's wounds.
