(Warning: This chapter is riddled with trigger warnings (and possibly in the rp) and if you can't, please don't proceed to read this chapter. Safety is important)
[1]
You are in the revolution. Great. But there's one thing keeping you sane, your secret relationship with a soldier. It's doing well, until you find a letter in their tent with a red regal wax seal. And I think you know what they truly are.
[2]
You're in an unstable relationship with them. It's messy, and one day they cut it off. They tell you that they need time to be okay. It's been two years, and one day, they knock on your door. "I still love you so much. And I'm never going to do that again." Before passing out.
[3]
You've got something to hide. (Habits, sexuality, disorders, infidelity, etc) And now you're pinned up to the corner of your shared room. They're persistent, and pissed, and possibly piled with stress. They aren't stopping, and they want you to say it. They're practically sobbing because they think you aren't okay, yet it seems like you're shutting them out of your life. And one last time, they ask quietly (for the first time): "Am I not enough, or was I never enough? Should I just off myself now?"
