Old Story - BMWWIt was an old story. The story that happened over a hundred years ago, but she remembered everything, as if it was only yesterday. She could recall with killing precision every tiny moment of it. Every word and every act of heroism and sacrifice. Every sign of admiration and affection. Every little needle of pain, which has stayed in her heart.
She remembered every time they were almost, almost something. Something more, something else. She remembered every time they were just nothing, but still something.
She remembered that one night, when she came to him. The cave was dark and damp, like usually. She knew he will be there after his patrol. He always was. He always heard her coming. He never turned around to look at her. That time neither. Still, he let her step closer.
She breathed deeply, realising fully why she'd come to him. This realisation squeezed every fibre of her already shattered soul. Shattered by life, by disappointment, by tiredness and finally