Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.

"Ich bin gekommen, um dich zu retten." "Dafür kommst du drei Monate zu spät." Harry, ein junger Soldat aus England, wird mit seinem Trupp nach Frankreich geschickt, um im zweiten Weltkrieg gegen die Deutschen zu kämpfen. Er geht als loyaler, aufrichtiger und über beide Ohren verliebter Junge in den Krieg. Er kommt als selbstsüchtiger, egozentrischer und kalter Soldat wieder nach Hause. Er erkennt ihn nicht wieder.

"How can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when they smile at you?" Sacrifice. © Copyright 2015