Title/theme: QUESTION
Genre: General
Summary: This wasn't the first time she was asked that question.
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"This 'Mwu la Flaga', what is he to you?"
That caught her attention as she looked up across the infirmary. The room went silent as they waited for her reply.
This wasn't the first time she was asked that question. In fact, she had been asked that many times before. And each time, there was a moment when she didn't know how to answer.
At first, she would just smile politely, mumble something indistinguishable, and try to change the subject. But each subsequent time that question was asked, she found herself formulating a proper answer.
"Mwu is…he was the man that I love."
The first time she whispered that, she felt her heart tighten slightly, as if she was trying to stop herself from giving out a tightly guarded secret that only her heart knew.
The reactions to her reply varied. But mostly, people said "oh," and backed off quickly, thinking the subject was sensitive to her.
And to a degree, it was a sensitive subject. It wasn't something she wanted to openly tell people. And she was reluctant to say that sentence in past tense. But he wasn't there anymore. However, she was sure the love was still there, which was why she refused to say "loved", even if it made the sentence sound awkward.
As time went by, she found her heart tightened less and less when she said those words, until finally, her heart felt free when she said them. She found that she could talk about him and smile.
So then, why…Why was her heart tightening up again now?
She smiled politely and avoided eye-contact with anyone. In a low whisper, she answered.
"A comrade, someone irreplaceable."
AN: What am I doing writing for Density? I dunno, inspiration hit I guess.