❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬.❞
The air tasted of iron and dust, the same mix that followed him since that day. [Name] tightened his grip on his blade, knuckles paling beneath the leather gloves. He could still s...
We stood in a small circle around Armin, our breaths shallow and quiet as we watched him hold onto the last thing he had left from his family. His fingers clutched his grandfather's hat, almost like he could still feel the warmth of the person who'd once worn it. Tears traced down his cheeks, but he didn't make a sound. He just stared down, shoulders trembling, as if he were holding back the weight of the whole world. I felt a heaviness in my chest too, seeing him like that, knowing that his grandfather was one of the many who hadn't made it back. It was like each of us carried these invisible wounds, ones no one else could see but felt just as deep.
