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SHE stood outside the prison, the wind picking up the stray hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail. Her fingers gripped tightly at the delicate flowers, knuckles white. One tear escaped from her eye, right at the brim of turning into a waterfall. Slowly, she bent down and set the colorful flowers before the cage.

The cage for a man who was better than all of the other wannabes and atrocious men inside the facility. Better than the people who had gone to war to save their country. A better man that didn't deserve to die.

A tear slipped and then everything faded away as the sun shined, casting heat into her skin. The feeling like him, the man who didn't return from the war.

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