How about Café Sol? Around 2 PM?
Bien ahí estaré
Great! See you there. Looking forward to it.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I study the fire, trying to gauge the depth of his feelings.
"Why do you want to leave so badly?" I ask gently, knowing full well the answer but needing to hear it spoken aloud nonetheless. "Is it because of what happened to your family? Or something else entirely?"
I glance up at him, searching for any sign of the pain and anger I saw in those early moments of our encounter. Instead, I find only a quiet resignation, a weariness that speaks volumes about the toll this war has taken on him.
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i was forced to kill the person that i trusted the most
As he shares with me the secret of his troubled past, my heart goes out to him all over again. There's an unspoken understanding between us - one that transcends borders and ideologies. *
"Beyazıt,"
she whispers, taking a step closer to him. There is uncertainty in her voice, but also a sense of longing.
They stand there for what feels like an eternity, gazing into each other's eyes. The world around them fades away, replaced by the intense connection they share. As they draw closer, their lips meet in a tender kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their feelings for one another.
he keeps kissing her lips deeply and holding her hands as the friendly units and the enemy units are confused and flabbbergasted at the lovers they see, they understand nothing can ever hold love,not even war. They leave the weapons down and, war slowly ends
Helena clings to Beyazıt, never wanting to let go. She can feel the weight of the world slipping off her shoulders, replaced by the comfort and safety provided by his embrace. Together, they stand defiant against the forces that once tried to keep them apart, proving that love truly is more powerful than any weapon or army.
As the soldiers from both sides lower their arms, the sound of the war gives way to the rustling leaves and chirping birds.