It felt as if the gunshots would never end, as if the deaths would never end, as if the world would end. In that moment, I felt as if I would lose everything. It was war. I was fighting with myself, against myself; I was torn apart. I wanted both sides to win, both North and South. But somewhere in my heart, I felt the need to support the South just a little more.
Despite all this, the war pushed on. It was affecting everyone! People were forced to flee! No matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I begged, the fighting wouldn't stop. Why? Why? I was alone, in the dark, stuck in a battle against myself... with no light to guide me.
But through the darkness, light found it's way to me. America gave a helping hand, bring along Australia and New Zealand. South Korea and Thailand were also on the front lines. Supporting us was Taiwan, Canada, Germany and even Spain. All their efforts gave me everything I needed to keep pushing on. I can't forget the smiles they gave me when they offered to help. But it was all gone in an instant.
You left me. You left me alone. You left me and we lost. Why did you leave me, America?