[ all or nothing. that's familiar, too. there's always consequences in the sacrifices made for what they believe in. they put everything on the line even when there was hardly anything to begin with—nothing but a promise made five years prior, when things were a little kinder, a little easier.
she's tired, she realizes the longer she sits there, counting their breaths. maybe waking up here away from the war and the bloodshed, sitting next to a man who sees her for who she is rather than what she can provide—maybe that's the miracle.
his fingers catch her attention and she looks down at them, then back up to his face, slipping her hand into his. it's getting easier, she thinks. ]
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she's tired, she realizes the longer she sits there, counting their breaths. maybe waking up here away from the war and the bloodshed, sitting next to a man who sees her for who she is rather than what she can provide—maybe that's the miracle.
his fingers catch her attention and she looks down at them, then back up to his face, slipping her hand into his. it's getting easier, she thinks. ]
No, I don't mind at all.