❝𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭.❞
At first glance, it might seem like a cliché, right? Maybe it is, but sometimes clichés are the best option when you're a h...
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Another day, another challenge. The military camp was a hive of relentless activity, with soldiers moving purposefully, medics attending to the wounded, and the sharp scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the surroundings.
After hours of rushing back and forth, Valentina finally finished her work. With precise movements, she cleaned and bandaged wounds, offering comforting words to the soldiers who looked at her as if she were an angel.
The area designated for the nurses' lunch was a small tent with several rustic tables and benches. Some of her colleagues were already there, enjoying a moment of calm amid the chaos and horrors of war. Valentina sat down on one of the benches, grateful for the brief respite. She took her lunch out of a simple bag and, upon opening it, noticed a plain and discreet envelope she hadn't seen before. Curious, she picked it up and examined the clear, orderly handwriting on the front. There was no return address, only her name "Anonymous" — once again — carefully written. She gently broke the seal and unfolded the letter, her eyes quickly scanning the opening lines.
◞┈┈┈⋆┈┈⊰✩⊱┈┈⋆┈┈┈◟ My attraction to you is so strong that scientists will have to create a fifth fundamental force.
By the way, no, this is not a joke, I am serious, dark haired girl. And if you are wondering, I simply overheard you today asking some colleagues about the note I left you yesterday.
By the way, thanks for the recommendation regarding my pain, I will keep it in mind.
◞┈┈┈⋆┈┈⊰✩⊱┈┈⋆┈┈┈◟
"Well... this is strange," Valentina murmured as she realized the note was attached to her lunch. She quickly looked up, trying to spot someone who might be watching her. The idea that someone was observing her without her knowledge deeply unsettled her. But there was no one; a few soldiers were nearby, but they paid her no attention. She didn't want to raise suspicions or be thought of as paranoid.
She shrugged, put the note away, and continued with her lunch, her mind filled with confusing thoughts.
Who was behind these notes? Who on earth had taken an interest in her to the point of dedicating a few minutes of their life to writing to her?
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