"𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔.
𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
― Arabella Lockwood was doomed
the second she took her first breath
on Earth. Knowing that he would one
day lose the best thing that ever...
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His eyes flickered open to the sight of the clear, azure sky, bereft of the ominous clouds that usually lurked above the battlefield. The warm rays of sunlight fell upon him, washing away the remnants of war. His bloodstained uniform had disappeared, replaced with a pristine garment.
The soothing embrace of sunshine blanketed his skin, contrasting with the harsh sting of gunpowder he endured while fighting on the battlefield.
He could sense the absence of gunshots, screams, and chaos. The scent of corpses that once littered the ground was replaced with bright-colored flowers. His eyes widened with a blink, and he finally allowed the breath trapped in his lungs to escape, his chest heaving in relief.
Peace permeated the air, and the serene atmosphere engulfed him, providing him with an overwhelming sense of peace. The air around him was quiet; the only sound to be heard was the subtle whisper of swaying branches that created a melodic rhythm like a lullaby.
As he grasped the soothing grass in his hands, he could not have to fathom his location. Yet he felt the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. After taking in peaceful air, Damon rose from his recline in the lush meadow.
