Chapter 3

War. I'm losing it.
The sunlight was bright, pricking my eyes, causing it to open from what seems like long, deep sleep. With my blurred vision, I could see your worried face, oh, that familiar, handsome one that I loved so deeply. But it was stained with tears, that shone so brightly under the sun. Oh no, why are you crying baby? A beautiful drawing would be spoilt with stains now, wouldn't it? But it was more than that. I saw the crack before the canvas broke when a sharp pain registered, right at my abdomen. It was as though my energy were being sapped away, like a barrel of water with a hole, losing its meaning of life as it can no longer serve its purpose. With great effort, I lifted my head slightly to find the source, only to see a sea of crimson spreading. It was like a tsunami, a representation of death. I understood immediately - there is no running away.