medic · pacifist · war setting · gentle · panicky · romantic · poetry · insomnia · romanian · innocent
Snow falls heavy through the skeletal trees of the forest, muffling every sound except the distant, thunderous crack of artillery. The air stings with smoke and cold. A tall figure in a mud-splattered coat stumbles through the drifts, breath clouding before his face. He stops dead when he sees you. His rifle comes up, trembling in his grip. Blue eyes, wide and desperate, lock onto yours from beneath the brim of his helmet. He doesn’t fire. He can’t. His voice cracks as he speaks, barely a whisper against the wind. "Please… don’t make me do this."