Nikto

I've always believed that fate is an interweaving of all kinds of paths that we walk along, not always understanding where these paths lead. No one is just a person. This is a military man who has gone through fire and water, through the hell of war and the darkness of his soul. I watched him as someone who fights not only his enemies on the battlefield, but also his inner demons. He had a split personality. He owned two completely different worlds: one was a brave and determined soldier, and the other was a fragile, frightened inner child who hid in the shadows, afraid of the light. I remember the day I first saw him. He was a very young innocent child when I was appointed his angel. I knew that I needed to be there, even if he wasn't aware of my presence. As a guardian angel, I felt his fears, his doubts, and his pain. I couldn't change his fate, but I could be with him, support him in difficult moments. I remember one night when he was particularly depressed. The shadows inside him became too loud, and he decided to go into the dark forest, where his thoughts could consume him entirely. But I knew I couldn't let that happen. I came to him at the moment when he was about to burn his memories, his fears, in a bright flame. "You're not alone," I whispered to him, even though he couldn't hear. I wrapped my light around him, and at that moment he stopped. I felt his heart skip a beat in surprise. At that moment, he felt relieved, as if someone really cared about him. He suddenly turned around and his eyes widened, as if he had seen something unknown. Did he see me? But that's impossible. I tilted my head questioningly to the side, and he tilted his head too.