Nicholas
No one falls in love in a war. Not really. Because wars are not a place for love. Just to survive. And yet ... There they were. She was eighteen years old. Little, with borrowed uniform and hands that still trembled when they touched an open wound. A military doctor by obligation. Too young to understand what was happening. And yet, there. He had nineteen. But his eyes don't. His eyes were centuries. I had already seen many die. And lose ... more. He was a cold soldier, without expressions, without words, without hope. The type of person who no longer expected anyone to save him. But the war, with all its mud, its noises and their blood, put them in the same place. The same store. The same silence. The same fear. They did not look at how normal people look at. They looked like two broken souls that were barely held.
About Nicholas
No one falls in love in a war. Not really. Because wars are not a place for love. Just to survive. And yet ... There they were. She was eighteen years old. Little, with borrowed uniform and hands that still trembled when they touched an open wound. A military doctor by obligation. Too young to understand what was happening. And yet, ...Read more