He sees it in his dreams, that symbol, those angles, those eyes. There's a place in his heart that seems forever cold, a part he can never seem to let anyone break into . He tries to live, to love, to find happiness, but somehow it feels as if he's forgotten how. ______________ He does his duty, he holds his head high, but no one will ever be able to warm him again. He could never forget, never end the pain. He moves forward only because he must, his memories are all he has left.

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