❝ FRAGMENTS OF REGRETS; фрагменты сожаления ❞

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It was handwritten in a lokta paper for around two pages, the words are smudged after long hours of being immersed to Tanya's blood. Withal, it was still readable for the woman. Those sullen azure irises of hers squinted as she spotted small rounded of gobbets allover the letter, an evidence that her captain sobbed while writing this very memo. She traced the letter with her shaky solitary finger as she mouthed those words written in cursive, scared as she might discover something 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲;

"𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑉𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎,

𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑀𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑏 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡. 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 "𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙" 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡. 𝐼'𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝐼 𝑎𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠; 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠, 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑐𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎, 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑗𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 Я люблю тебя.

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦,

𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑎 𝑉𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑓𝑓

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛"

Visha buried the letter into her chest slightly crumpling off the edges. Reading those words draw out her tears ceaselessly pouring down on her 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 face descending straight to the letter, which is now dampened with her tears of 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. The maiden shrieked in anguish as she regretted all those times that she lost, 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 that she could at least created together with tanya and lavished 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 bestowed upon her by the Almighty to expressed her love only to be wasted by her. The young woman fists came in contact with her head, thighs and fiercely dabbed her chest from the agony that she gravely suffers. In her perspective, she committed a grave sin for sealing her feelings closed, for closing her doors to everyone especially to the captain and for never surrendering to her pride. Now, it was too late for her to correct those mistakes, if only she could travel back in time she will do everything in her power to rewrite those and be happily contented with Tanya.

Grotesque 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 overfilled her mind as she was prepared to dispatch herself just to escape this misery, it's the only way she could think of to ease the pain and a chance to meet her love once again. She raised both of her hands upwards desperately clenched to the wooden handle of the swiss knife and attempted to thrust those sharp edges to her heart. But, an extensive force suspended her actions, stopping her tracks right before it impaled her skin, she have tried once again but the same unusual event happened. Visha's eyes shrouded in accumulated tears glanced on the mirror placed atop of tanya's desk, the aluminum glass of the mirror revealed a 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 reflection of a petite woman in uniform. So, to see the view more clearly, she used the back of her hand to wiped off those tears and took a glimpse on the silhouette again in a more clearer aspect.

Astounded to descried the commander's reflection in the mirror, she did a flimpsy tap on the cheek using the ventral surface of her hand analyzing the situation to identify if she was having a 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 but all of it was 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. She recognized those golden hair and profoundly ocean's eyes that captivated her once, it was surely a reflection of Tanya stopping this lame stunt of hers 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 on the mirror.

This divine intervention altered her plans of committing suicide, although she was happy to know that she was guided by the soul of Tanya. This unexpected event calmed her nerves down but it can't be overlooked that

she was still drained from stress and fatigue causing her body to collapse drowning into darkness.

ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.

A fleet of battalion soldiers tardily marched up in a harmonious manner filling up the wide unoccupied space of green fields, a territorial space owned personally by the Empire. The meeting is held at nightfall, with the celestial sphere invested with prussian hues dappled over by myriad of stars.

Enormous canyons of 8.8 𝐜𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐤 16 is stationed exquisitely paralleled nearby the meeting grounds unpowered and unfueled. Military Attaché First Lieutenant 𝐑𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧 is witnessed standing atop of the wooden stage altogether with the higher authorities having a quick conference about today's agenda. An incident like this never occurred before as each one of them are engrossed with their own personal matters. The Empire must be in a dire situation to have an emergency congregation despite of their busy schedules.

"𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬! We have gathered you here today for a 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 announcement. The Empire is currently in the midst of 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒔, as one of the enemies defeated by the honorable hero 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐟 is still 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 and now back to their hideout safe and sound. The commander has failed to 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 every mage sent by the Commonwealth. The 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓 is identified by our informant as 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐱, the peculiar 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔 of our deceased commander who combatted with her one-on-one, it would be difficult for us to execute her once again if she is a formidable opponent that can only par with our previous 𝒂𝒄𝒆. Thus, the government decided to 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 more troops to outnumber the enemy. We will not hesitate to 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 your rankings! and 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 to those who will concede! We need soldiers not weaklings!. Now, to those who are present here today, are you willing to 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒌 on this 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚?!"

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫!" The battalion confidently outcries their retorts.

"Then 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 us to the 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔! We will once again be branded as the 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝!" Hans von Zettour cried out to the masses with his fists raised on thin air. This will be the last step to achieve world domination. The crowd applauded to the General's remark, aside from a young maiden with a 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆-𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 expression advertised to her face, whose heart is charged with nothing but 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆, 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆! she chanted these words nonstop, amidst of the crowd's uproar. The flames of war is lit once again.

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