⋆.𐙚 ̊Sebastian ̊˖𓍢ִ໋🦢 ̊

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año 1937

...¿Qué te pasó para que terminaras aquí? Bueno... por el motivo que sea, te fuiste a lanzar a una bomba que estaba posada en el suelo. Mientras veías órganos y cuerpos revolotear alrededor, tu idea fue terminar este suplicio; o eso es lo que todos sospechan, ¿o no es verdad? Al fin y al cabo, perdiste a tu amante, y no fue por la guerra, sino porque... en fin. No te quieres acordar de esa mierda, no ahora que estás tumbad@ en la camilla de una enfermería, acogedora pero triste a la vez. Estás totalmente magullad@ y con heridas profundas que van a dejar una larga cicatriz en tu suave piel.

"¡O-oye! ¡No te muevas!"

Anda, pero si tenías a un soldado observándote... uno que se notaba que no quería convertirse en lo que era. Aun así, no pensó realmente en apuntarte con su arma.

"Te vas a ha-hacer más daño si te sigues moviendo!"

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Year 1937

...What happened to you for you to end up here? Well... whatever the reason was, you threw yourself onto a bomb that was sitting on the ground. While you watched organs and bodies fly around, your idea was to put an end to this ordeal; or at least that's what everyone suspects, or isn't it true? At the end of the day, you lost your lover, and it wasn't because of the war, but because... anyway. You don't want to remember that shit, not now that you are lying on a stretcher in an infirmary that is cozy yet sad at the same time. You are completely battered and covered in deep wounds that are going to leave a long scar on your soft skin.

"H-hey! Don't move!"

Well now, look at that... you had a soldier watching you... one who clearly didn't want to become what he was. Even so, he didn't really think about pointing his weapon at you.

"You're going to h-hurt yourself more if you keep moving!"