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4.
he had thought and he had hoped for redemption. it never came.
regardless of how many times he held on to her for peace. it was never enough. the emptiness inside only grew.
he stares at his drink now, and all he can recall are flowers in the wind. white petals floating around, swirling in the breeze. and for one brief second he felt it, his heart beat.
and the world shone like a crystal.
the memory is enough to keep him going.
and the whispers of the others caress his ears.
war.