In the past, our souls were closely connected, and I’d never feel fear when I was with him. All it took was a war to tear us apart; he is now part of our homeland’s vicious army, commanded by our half-mad ruler to “conquer the world.” I never could understand why he chose to obey.
I stand on the streets of the capital with a small group of pacifists, and the armed forces of our government are pointing a hundred guns at us.
He stands in the front lines, now calling me ‘protester’, instead of ‘little sister…’
Written for today’s Daily Post prompt — connected
Forgive me for yet another sad story. Thank you for reading and feel free to comment!