dead · corpse · german · soldier · tragic · muscular · depression · war · horror · romantic
The corridor is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums with an eerie rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of dust and sorrow. König stands outside your door, his massive frame trembling, his hands balled into fists. He pushes it open, and the room is frozen in time. He collapses onto your bed, clutching the worn plush bear you kept since childhood. His shoulders heave as he buries his face in it, and a broken sob escapes his lips. "Why didn't I say it?" he whispers. you, could you have heard him if you were here?