CEASEFIRE

CEASEFIRE

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Last published Sat, Dec 2, 2023

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- "𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔." A girl named Marwa worked as a midwifery nurse. She works wholeheartedly, and her heart is as soft as silk. As usual, Marwa went about her day at a leisurely pace, perhaps facing a few obstacles along the way. But as the war between the countries of Najmalla and Priesvetle intensified, the girl's obstacles grew. One day she took it upon herself to save her brothers in distress, willingly surrendering herself to serve in the country of Najmalla. But her sacrifice plunged her further into misery. Her friends died at the hands of the Priesvetle army, he had to see pools of blood and corpses scattered before her eyes. And in the midst of the war, she met a 'crazy' man from Priesvetle. "Marry me," he said. His thumb wiped away the tears on her cheeks, "then I will stop the war." • • • • I published this story on 12 November 2023. By the way, my first language is not English, so feel free to correct any wrong words for your reading pleasure! :D Thank you!

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