
“ you know sometimes i feel
like you are the only one who does… “
he forced a smile, out of habit. a smile made it seem
as if he were joking and he wanted to believe he was;
he couldn’t bear to accept the truth.
and the truth was that there was a war going, people were dying;
his friends, strangers, and now his parents. the truth was that
he told himself he’d make it, he’d fight and he’d conquer, he
wouldn’t allow himself to be weak, to give up.
he’d make it out alive.
truth was that coming out of this alive seemed unlikely.
he hated feeling weak and vulnerable. he hated feeling like the war
was changing him. he only ever allowed himself to lower his head
in front of lily, and even so he hated that she had to see him like this.

“ i’m very thankful for that. “