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●Chapter 6●

  *10 years later*
I start to wake up and my back hurts. Why the fuck does my back hurt. I'm only 32 Ugh. Fucking aging.
I get out of bed and open my blinds. The sun shines on the shiny oak floor and the rays bounced into the crystal clear mirror and those refract onto the mahogani desk. I search for some clothes to wear
I get some clothes on, and grab my satchel. I look in the mirror and see the award I was given for not abandoning and being willing to fight. I place my lap top down and head into the outdoors again. I take a deep breathe and it smells of fresh cut grass and pine trees.
I get in my car and drive. I drive and drive. I reach a small cafe and I park my car. I walk inside and sit at the counter top. I order a coffee. I open my lap top and turn it on. Before I even get the chance to start typing a young lad of about 16 sits on the stool besides me. I look at him..its the kid from years ago.
He looks at me and sees the award on my jacket and quietly asks
"What was the war like?"
I look at him and sip my coffee
I smile
And begin to tell the story.