The only way we can communicate is through letters. We cant let the other now about us. Why?
We are at war. There shouldnt be feelings between the leader of the opposing nations. We shouldnt do that. And still we do.
Meet secretly around midnight in the forest. Watch the other when the others dont see. Dream from each other.
We shouldnt do it. And yet we do.
Its again a night. Cold. Wilbur took a bit of coffee with him. He is tired. Worked hours for a plan to destroy his lovers nation. No mercy.
Already from afar he can see the other waiting. Drinking the coffee and throwing the bottle somewhere.
"You look tired."
"So do you"
They dont ask anymore how are you? How was you day?
Why should they? They know the answer and they cant tell the other what they are planning to do.
Tomorrow is the battle.
Who will win?
They dont know.
But it matters for them. For their nation.
This is the last meeting. Inside the war.
It will end tomorrow. And then it will be over.
The secrets.
They kiss. Sharing it. Wanting more. Wanting to forget. Give in.
A fight. Not only words that hurt.
The reason why they parted away.
With a 'I hate you'.
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Mcyt- Oneshots (at least thats what is planned)
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