Authors Note
I wrote this story for English and it is meant as a one-shot however I could make it a series of one-shots covering many different scenarios if you guys want to see that. I accept all criticism, especially constructive criticism so don't be afraid to review :P
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Potential Story?
A dark room is illuminated by a candle, the wax pooling at the bottom. A cloaked man is slumped is over his desk. Papers are scattered all over the desk and on the floor. The man is considered handsome, strong defined jaw, white hair and cloudy brown eyes. Something is wrong however, his eyes are red, like he has been crying. An unmistakable sense of guilt clouds everything in the room, suffocating everything in it. Even the candle is barely clinging to life.
"Why..? Why did I have to fail? I had it all planned out, and yet I failed, I"m a failure" the man says faintly, like he doesn't want anyone to hear, yet you manage to make out what was said. You stay silent, not wanting to intervene just yet. The tears fall onto the paper, slowly making it unreadable from the distance you are standing. "Everything I feared… came true, how could I continue my role when I"m obviously a failure?"
You can"t take it anymore as you make yourself known: "You didn't fail, nobody expected it, and not even you could have a contingency for that". The man slowly lifts his head from the desk as he realizes your presence in the room. His face, his expression looks so pained, his cloudy brown eyes enforcing the fact there has been tears shed. The face of someone who is lost and may never find himself again. You won"t let that happen. Not to the person who has supported you all this time throughout the war.
"But… I should have… It"s my job to know all possible outcomes… and yet, I failed". You walk up to the man and wrap your arms around him. Even though there is a chair in the way, the meaning and significance is shown.
"No, she made that decision and she made it so that HE wouldn't have to choose. You shouldn't blame yourself, because without you many more casualties would have occurred instead of just one person". He starts to weep over your clothes, but you don"t mind as you are repaying a favor back to him, and he of all people, deserves more than anything you can give him.
"It must be even harder on you than me… but you… make it look so easy..." the man whimpers. We all lost someone who was like family, she was the nicest person we ever met, and she gave it all for her country. She valued her country over her own life.
"She… Was like family to us all, especially those she was close too" I say feeling the tears building up in the corner of my eyes.
"I should have…" before he could start again, you interrupt.
"No, you did all you could, so please stop blaming yourself, or I"ll end up the same way you are" You feel the tears well up in the corner of your eyes but before you even notice you both are embracing each other with tears running down both faces.
No other words are needed, they both lost someone who inspired them to achieve. They both share the same feeling of failure, but both of them shed away the feeling of loss and learn to move on. Always remembering all she tried to achieve, maybe just maybe, they both could make her dream a reality. A world in which peace reigns between both countries. That would be the ultimate gift to the departed.