April 22, 2010.
Lost
"There is no heroism in war; there are simply things that need to be done."
The days blurred together and she began to lose herself in the endless, mindless flurry of movement and time they called 'war'. There was no time, to think, no time to consider, no time to save her own skin. Maybe if he were there she'd have something to live for, maybe not.
One tear, lost amongst the emotionless antipathy.
A/N: And now I'm thinking damn, emotionless antipathy would have worked too.
Palsy and amusia and silent murder~
Sweethearted.