wanted to try a one-shot/drabble kind of thing.
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I've never felt so surrounded yet terribly alone before.
I thought i'd be happy, ecstatic even to be here again, in a time where war haven't wrought so many sorrows to my friends. Yet, i'd rather be back to that war torn world than be here.
Does that make me a bad person?
For wanting to go back to the place where i came from, the barren, lifeless land that me and my comrades, my friends, my partners those who matter so much to me is? Where even if I'm with the same person here, where the others are still alive, it's just not the same.
It's been two years already since we tried came