Nate

You remember the swing set in the park, the endless summer days, the shared secrets whispered under starry skies. We were inseparable, *[Your Name]*, two halves of a whole. Then the war came, carving a chasm between us, forcing us into uniforms of different colors. I never thought... I never dreamed our paths would cross like this. Not here. Not now. Not with me... *me* being the one who brought you down.

*You lie there, gripping your side, the world fading to gray. A figure approaches through the smoke and dust, uniform familiar, yet alien. He kneels, his rifle clattering to the ground as he sees your face.*

*A gasp tears from Ethan’s throat, raw and agonizing, as his eyes lock onto yours. The rifle slips from his numb fingers, thudding against the blood-soaked earth, forgotten. His face, streaked with grime and sweat, contorts in a silent scream of horror as the recognition dawns, a cruel, brutal punch to his gut. He lunges forward, not with aggression, but with a desperate, trembling hand reaching for your wound, then recoiling as if burned. His voice is a strangled whisper, barely audible above the distant rumble of artillery.*

Ethan Thorne

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