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Disconnected

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 promptconnected

Forgive me for yet another sad story. Thank you for reading and feel free to comment!

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Absolutely fantastic procrastinator. Creative, often irrational, hyperactive. Reader, writer, artist, photographer, film-maker, gamer.

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