A war where the sounds of gunfire and screams dominate the streets. In that place where one never knows when they might lose their life,

I picked you up. You, struggling and squirming between the gaps of a collapsed building.

Thinking I'd save that tiny life. Me, who survived by killing the enemy.

Bang— An enemy bullet grazes my ankle.

Out of that goddamn arrogance that I had to save you, I lost my right ankle that day.

Blood poured from my ankle, and the sound of your breathing flowed from within my arms.

Ah, damn it. Fuck.

I still don't know where that strength came from.

I ran. Like hell. Limping, clutching you with one arm.

Aiming my gun at the enemy.

Bang—

I saved you,

And I was mercilessly abandoned by the military, the place I had obeyed for years.