Friend
" in war, your friend is who you die for. In war, friends are your fight. In war, friends are your reason to live. And your reason to die."
I never thought I'd meet anybody. I thought I'd be forced to live out the war alone. Sad, and alone. But I did meet someone. He was my reason to live.
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I sat in the golden sand, aimlessly dragging my finger through it, watching the soldiers huddle together at the end of the beach, waiting for someone to call for a nurse. Waiting for someone to call for a nurse, see me, and freak out even more. I started to get the feeling I was being watched, so I turned my head towards the left. I saw a young man staring at me. He had black, messy hair, and seemed to be at most 10 years older than me, yet when I studied him once more, I could've guessed he was 8 or 9 years older. He was attractive, I didn't need to be his age to know that. I hugged my knees to my chest, continuing to study his gaze. I realized his stare wasn't the stare I got often; not a look of concern or pity, but a look of wonder. I smiled softly, feeling a small sense of gratitude towards the man. He raised his eyebrows and nodded towards the space in the sand on front of me, in a way of asking if he could sit. I nodded. He came over, and sat down in front of me. We were silent for quite awhile.
"Um...what's your name?" The man asked. My gratitude only grew. He was the one, single person who asked me that question and didn't add "little girl" at the end of it. Perhaps he could tell I wasn't a little girl. Maybe he could tell I was a prisoner of war. And as a prisoner of war, age has no difference.
"My name...my name is Kitty." I stuttered. "Kitty, like the-""The animal, yeah." I cut the man off, making him laugh softly.
"My name's Tommy." He said. I realized he had a soft accent, not as thick as everyone else I've spoken to. I smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you, Tommy." I said. He smiled also, giving me a view of his slightly crooked teeth.
"Well, Tommy. Welcome to Dunkirk." I said. He chuckled.
After that, I never left his side.
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