✽ Epigraph ✽
❝Don't do this. Don't make me feel things.❞ Her voice – usually full of authority – trembled ever so slightly as she met his soft gaze, ❝We both know how this will end.❞
❝No we don't.❞ He gave her a hopeful smile, trying to find some sort of comfort in her stone-cold eyes, ❝Maybe it will end well.❞
She shook her head, averting her line of vision from him. She could see nothing but fallen bodies - bloodied and lifeless - in sight. Silent screams of the fallen warriors were echoing in the silence of the dawn, painting the entire sky red.
Finally she found the courage to utter the few hopeless words that littered her vein like stars littered the infinite skies, ❝This is not love, you know that. This is a war and wars never end well.❞
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Historical FictionRuthless. Her mother's eyes pleaded silently with hers, the brown pools blurring with anger and sadness, ❝They call you ruthless, Akira, you understand right? You need to stop this madness. Right this second-❞ She cut her mother off, turning the em...
