I feel like writing angst…Don't correct me for it not being so angsty! TT.TT Oh, and BTW, anyone who can guess who it is telling this story gets…urm... something! I will figure it out sooner or later! And no I will NOT be telling you who it is.
bThe Day I Cried /b
I held her in my arms, as a stream of crimson blood trickled down her pale chin. Dark hair swept above her eyes, though it had gone somewhat gray now. Her hat, covered with blood, lay on the ground at my knees. Her whole waist was covered in the red liquid, dripping down her black pants and staining her brown shirt. A thin, pale hand reached up at me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"I'm…sorry…" Tanya said. She closed her eyes for the last time, the movement of her chest slowed to a halt. Her hand lost its grip on my shoulder and gently fell to my lap as I hugged her to my chest.
Lt. Tanya Pavelovna was dead, and she wasn't coming back.
And for the first time in my life…
I Cried.