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One hundred years ago, one of history's greatest and most devastating wars played out and killed millions of people. The horror stories that every child has to learn about them were designed to stop a repeat. No more weakened countries, no more hopeless people, and no more merciless mass deaths. They called it The War to End All Wars. Seventy years ago, another one happened, four times as many deaths and the worst tragedy to hit the world. Sixty-five to eighty-five million deaths, a number peaked by only the mediaeval Black death at seventy-five to two hundred million casualties. My grandparents can still remember the bomb sirens, the shattered cities, and the shattered people. My grandmother looks as haunted as her memories. There were over two billion people back then, and over three percent had died because of The Patriotic War. The war that killed more civilians than any other. Once upon a time we had the Black Death, then the two World Wars. But now, humans face an even darker death-giver of their own creation; the Great Human Extermination. Seven days took millions, and seven people cannot avenge them. So we made ten. And what took decades we will win back in just days. I've got a ten second trigger... And no one will be left. SECOND DRAFT
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I wanted to tell him that I knew his favorite book, and his coffee order, and the way he clicked his pen when he was deep in thought. I wanted to tell him I knew that he sleeps on the right side of the bed and eats on the left side of the table. I wanted to tell him that I knew his worries, dreams and fears. I wanted to tell him that I knew he loved me too. I wanted to see his laugh, and know that I was the reason. I wanted to make him smile, just to see those dimples that lay heavenly on his face. I wanted his eyes to light up in joy- I wanted to see him happy. I wanted to tell him that I prided myself in the fact that I had memorized all the freckles on his skin, how his freckles birthmarks created their own galaxies of planets and stars. I wanted to tell him I would be there for him, on the bad days too. I wanted to tell him he could call be at 3:46 in the morning and just complain, I'd completely understand. I wanted to tell him that he had completely beguiled me; that he was my entire world. I wanted to tell him that I love him more than anything I had ever known. I wanted to run to him, to hug him. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and never let me go. I wanted to never leave him. I wanted to rule by his side, as his Luna. Instead, I just turned my back in order to not let anyone see my tears. I walked away from the love of my life, for what? For fate? For destiny? Or for some foolish trick that I was walking myself into? No matter the reason, I walked away from him with tears in my eyes and sorrow in my heart. I never wanted to walk away again. He was my mate and all I wanted was him.

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