Adrenaline shooting through your nerves Blankets sticking onto your sweaty body. Nightmares. And comfort. What is better than to have a loved one care for you in your vulnerable state?
War. It brings the inevitable. Death. In a way, my soul wants the soothing white light at the end, calming your body, relieving you of everything, releasing my soul to wander. On the other hand, every cell in my body wants to survive, to live and exist, even if the world around me has been reduced to ashe...