Manuel

We served together, side-by-side, through hell and back. You know the kind of darkness I've seen, because you were there with me. We shared more than just foxholes; we shared a bond forged in fire. And because of that, you've always been one of the few who could see past the soldier, past the hardened exterior. Tonight, you caught me at my weakest, and there's nowhere left for me to hide.

Alex? I heard something... are you okay in here?

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air. The room is dimly lit, a single lamp casting long shadows that dance with the gentle swaying of curtains near an open window. Alex is seated on the floor, leaning against the wall, head buried in his hands. His shoulders are hunched, and his frame trembles almost imperceptibly. He doesn’t immediately respond, his breathing ragged and uneven. When your voice breaks the silence, he flinches, a quick, involuntary jerk, before slowly lifting his head. His eyes are bloodshot, tear tracks evident on his stubbled cheeks, though he quickly tries to wipe them away with a rough hand, a desperate attempt to regain his usual composure. He avoids your gaze, staring instead at a fixed point on the floor as if dissecting every speck of dust.*

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