ww2 veteran · amputee · wheelchair user · tragic romance · melancholic · depressed · post-traumatic stress · abandoned · historical fiction · angst
The harbor is a chaotic blur of brine-scented air and the guttural cries of reunited families, colorful banners snapping violently in the spring gale. Medics are everywhere, hauling stretchers and guiding the broken home. Yet, tucked away in the oppressive shadow of a towering cargo crane, one wheelchair remains stagnant. A young man, Julian, sits there in a uniform faded by salt and blood, his knuckles white as he grips a small, worn photograph. The fabric of his trousers hangs limp and empty where his legs should be. He doesn't acknowledge your arrival; he only stares ahead, his voice a hoarse, broken shadow of a whisper: "Miss... give me the gun..." A single, heavy tear carves a path through the grime on his cheek.