Counting the Days
Description
I used to dream of being on the battlefield. My heart would flutter at the thought of fighting for my country. My eyes would sparkle at the idea of military training and drills finally put to use.
But I never thought it would happen so soon. I lost my grip on life before I was ready to let go. I was forced to throw away the present and I was dragged into the future of the unknown, the unknown that I wasn't prepared to face.
Was I really that special? Was I really that useful, that unique, that important that I needed to be taken away, tortured, put under brutal conditions so I would agree to "serve my country"? Under any other circumstances I would agree in a heartbeat but this time, serving my country is the last thing I want to do.
Am I really serving my country though? I am working to end a war that should never have been started. I am forced to fight and kill, watch my friends and comrades drop one after the other. The people that took me away gave me no choice.
I would rather die than work for them and yet here I am, fighting and avoiding death by a hair every minute of every day.
Because only this way can I protect the single only person that really matters.
This is a sequel to my previous one-shot, The Sniper. Please read that one first for easier understanding.
Foreword
She was my own little heaven in the midst of hell. She kept me rooted to reality when all I wanted to do was stay in my own delusional dream.
I was battling clinical depression when we met. My heart and my mind were trying too hard to fight against the inevitable wounds of a gambling, alcoholic, abusive father. I was trying to rub away the scars of poverty and lost opportunity, a family that had fallen apart.
My entire existence as a daughter, a sister, and a selfish young adult was fighting against it and I just got tired. I wanted to give up but I met her and she shed light on my dark little corner of the world. She showed me a new way of life, a persevering, resilient, positive view on the world.
She turned my universe around. She saved my life. And she loved me like no one has ever loved me before. She showed me warmth that melted away the walls I put up around my heart.
And I would rather give up my dream, my passion, my everything, if it meant not being ripped away from the person that makes my life worth living. My anchor, my savior, my happiness.
My Lee Chaerin.
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